Waccamaw Drive

I was running on fumes and never on time
 It's half past eleven and I'm losing my mind
 Call me up a doctor tell him Waccamaw Drive
 Up past the saw mill and the barbed wire
 No one could find me, neither could I
 It's like sifting through the gold just to hold pyrite
 Covered up clues of his bad desires
 Then the hands of other people, it was bound to backfire
 I need your saving grace to hit my tongue
 Like a drop of holy medicine
 Won't you hit me with another dose
 Addiction's tough but love is close
 Call of the search when it's her you find
 For this my son, can't be prescribed
 I hope you're feeling alright
 Off fighting battles from no man's land
 But less of a mountain never built a better man
 There are those on knees with their toes in the sand
 They're the loudest to preach when it's gotten out of hand
 So I'll take this money and burn it to the ground
 'Cause we both know company makes no sound
 I need your saving grace to hit my tongue
 Like a drop of holy medicine
 Won't you hit me with another dose
 Addiction's tough but love is close
 Call of the search when it's her you find
 For this my son, can't be prescribed
 I hope you're feeling alright