Craig Silvey - 100,000 Miles lyrics

Artist: Spearhead Album: Home Song: 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 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 sh** 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