(Eleanor McEvoy)
I look for comfort in the arms of every friend that I have known,
I long for poetry to sweep away the clouds above my soul.
I let myself believe that these will be my saviours till the end.
And so, on them I depend.
On them I depend.
Chorus
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing I wonât swallow
To stop whatâs eating up my brain
And get my feeling back again
I hear tortured voices buried deep inside of my head,
I have restlessness and anger as a pillow for my bed.
I hope it wonât be long âtil I can prove myself to be
Untarnished by whatâs followinâ me
What is followinâ me?
Repeat CHORUS
What of the prayers that seek to comfort one whoâs losing her love,
What of her motherâs cries that surely she has suffered enough.
And when heâs gone where is the justice in a child that knows his name
As a photo in a frame
A picture in a frame
Repeat CHORUS
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing she wonât swallow
To stop whatâs eating up her brain
And get my feeling back again
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing we wonât swallow
To stop whatâs eating up our brain
And get our feeling back again
Where is the drug?
Where is the healing?
Where is whatever will ease this pain?
There is nothing they wonât swallow
To stop whatâs eating up their brain
And get their feeling back again
