100 Lyrics - Spearhead

100, 000 Miles 

I need a reason to get up before 

I wash my face 

The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the place 

kickin' off my covers trippin' off the fact 

that I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time 

standin in the shower for almost half an hour 

Tryin' to wake up and I'm lookin for the power 

reachin' for the towel with soap in my eyes 

dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs 

The next thing I know the telephone rings 

I hear my own voice on the answering machine 

please leave a message I'm glad ya called 

I listen for a voice but there's nothin' at all 

Man oh Man 

I gotta kick the blues 

and pay respect where respect is due 

all praises to GOD the one I return to 

the one I can turn to 

when I'm feelin burned to the bone 

(chorus) 

Early in the morn before I wash my face 

a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place 

At six in the morning she rolled 

outa bed 

stared out the window and then she said 

that I wasn't her type... 

I think she's runnin outa types though... and I told her so. 

She picked up her things and walked through the door 

and then said that she couldn't see me no more 

just as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call 

she didn't look back said nuttin at all 

I didn't change my clothes because they smell like you 

and when I took a shower it reminded me of you 

I called Gramma Brown for advice 

it happened to me once it happened to me twice 

Michael my son you sound really bugged 

I wish that you were here so I could to you give 

a hug then she gave me a long, long talk 

she said "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk" 

when things get rough don't sweat it 

sometimes in life you just have to let it 

and sing out a song so strong 

that even a bad dream couldn't bring harm 

to the mind of a young childs battles 

formed from the candle light shadows 

her voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead 

(chorus) 

Early in the morn before I wash my face 

The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty space 

Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy face 

a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place 

In the last thirty minutes before 

I fall asleep 

when I have said my prayers and I have brushed my teeth 

This is the time when I am forced to think about 

all of the things I been tryin to forget about 

The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my room 

the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boom 

alone I remember the times with me and you 

and I realize my heart is shakin' up the room 

Gramma she would tell us about the glory days 

and gramma she would tell us about when we were slaves 

in the livin' room pianos outa tune 

on top of it the pictures of every bride and groom 

child/ grand child lost child 

every single tear shed every single smile 

'cause everybodies got alota shit to deal with 

and life doesn't stop it just makes ya feel it 

so shake the dust offa your feet 

take a step forward liberate with the beat 

so for you I wrote this song 

I wanted you to hear it before you are gone. 

the African in me the Seminole in me 

These are some a things my grandmother gave 

to me some believe there are and some believe there 

ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint 

(chorus) 

Early in the morn before I wash my face 

The bed isstill warmbut there'san empty space 

Earlyin themornin before I wash my face 

a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place