Driven - Rush

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

It’s my turn to drive

But it’s my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error

Driven 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 back alleys

Driven to another den of thieves

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

The road unwinds towards me

What was there is gone

The road unwinds before me

And I go riding on