Rush have secured funding for Neil Peart’s Lakeside Park memorial
Rush’s $785,000 donation has taken the campaign for a permanent Neil Peart memorial in St. Catharines to its $1 million target.
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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
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
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 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 Driven on, driven in on the thin end of the wedge Driven out, driven to the edge
It's my turn to drive But 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
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 to the edge of a deep, dark hole
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"Driven" is a song by Rush, released in 1996.
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