100 000 Miles Lyrics - Home - Spearhead

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 

The bed is still warm but there's an empty space 

Easrly 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