||From squints across the dashboard of pubescence,
Looking through the windshield of times
yet to be,
This is not the highway I thought I'd
be driving down,
But here I am, buckled in tight like in
spite of me.
It's like I don't get to listen to my
songs on the radio
It's like I don't really have a say, anyway,
But I know I do, it's more than just passing
I get to choose, and on this road I choose
For in the end, I know I have to trust,
'Cause the truth is, God's at the wheel,
And He don't play.