They say patience is a virtue,
I guess it's one I do not have.
I'm sick of waiting on a new song,
I'm tired of only having plans.
I wanna get things underway,
Shift the gears and kick the stand.
No more wastin' all my days,
Holding my cards in my hand.
The road blocks stopping me,
The things I need to be to keep on moving.
Are tearing up my mind,
And wastin' my sweet time,
And I am choosing:
No more sitting out,
My bench is warmer now,
I'm fire,
Sub me in.
Give me my fighting chance,
I'm in my ready stance,
I'm tired of losing.
Put me on your starting team,
Coach, you can count on me.
Won't strike out on my dreams.
They say time heals every wound,
But there something they don't tell.
That time can cause all that pain, too.
And losing time can hurt like Hell.
The wheels keep turning in my head,
With thoughts of what I wanna be.
But one day we will all be dead,
And thoughts don't leave a legacy.
The road blocks stopping me,
The things I need to be to keep on moving.
Are tearing up my mind,
And wastin' my sweet time,
And I am choosing:
No more sitting out,
My bench is warmer now,
I'm fire,
Sub me in.
Give me my fighting chance,
I'm in my ready stance,
I'm tired of losing.
Put me on your starting team,
Coach, you can count on me.
Oh,
Strike out on my dream.
It's my turn to make things happen,
It's my shot to finally cash in.
So let me out the gate,
I'm stealing every plate,
Just let me go.
Let me go!
No more sitting out,
My bench is warmer now,
I'm fire,
Sub me in.
Give my my fighting chance,
I'm in my ready stance,
I'm tired of losing.
Put me on your starting team,
Coach, you can count on me.
Oh,
Strike out on my dreams.