Driven

Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fool's paradise
But it's my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Drivent to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out of back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves

But it's my turn to drive

Driven in-driven to the edge
Driven out-on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off-by things I've never seen
Driven on-by the road to somewhere I've never been

It's my turn to drive

The road unwinds toward me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on