Tired of Driving Lyrics

Wait your turn, they say.
Wait your turn, they say.
You'll have your sunny day.
Wait your turn, they say.

Got no sympathy for you, my brother,
There's too many obstacles and not much cover.
Now I'm leaving you for a sunny day,
I hope I'm alive to play.

And you traded in your shame
For a sonic lullaby,
While the autumn creeps with time,
But you're anything but tamed,
While you're cursing all the names
Of the people you sold lies.