100,000 Miles - Spearhead

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

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

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

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