Immobile, cannot move unable to control when we will and how fast we will gave my control to the driver my forward motion to the driver And now it's only a matter of time until we begin but i can't stand the waiting i can't shake the feeling that no matter how fast there's no way to win What a fly in a jar i've become hitting walls and watching while things get done against my will my voice becomes marginalized wings beat faster my heart beats until the driver takes off against my will And now it's only a matter of time Until we begin but i can't stand the waiting i can't shake the feeling That no matter how fast there's no way to win i will let that current sweep me i will let that current sweep me Wherever it may i will let those doors slide shut i will let those doors swing shut Whenever they may i will let that river sweep me i will let that river sweep me Wherever it may i will let that driver take me i will let that driver take me Wherever it may and now it's only a matter of time Until we begin but i can't stand the waiting I can't shake the feeling that no matter how fast there's no way to win