One More Mile - Timothy B. Schmit

Well, I’m stuck in the house

It’s rainin' outside

I can’t seem to leave my bed

But my brain is racing like there ain’t no end

Thinking 'bout the things you said

Well, maybe I’m a mad man, maybe I’m a fool

Maybe I live in denial

I gotta get up, get out, get on that road and go

One more mile

Well, I cleaned up the kitchen and it looks so good

I’m ready to live my life

I got my umbrella and my rubber boots

I even got my pocket knife

I’m gonna get all wet, gonna trudge through the mud

Gonna do it all up in style

I won’t second guess, gonna try my best to go

One more mile

How am I supposed to find your front door?

Where’m I gonna spend the night?

A little peace of mind is all I’m looking for

Or maybe just a little light

I’m looking for something, searching my soul

Gotta speak with my inner child

As I begin to talk he says, «Keep on walking just

One more mile»

When you can’t stop fighting with the one you love

You better crawl inside yourself

You gotta chase them devils floatin' 'round your head

And stick 'em up on that shelf

And when things get better now don’t be fooled

Though it might be good for a while

Keep your eyes wide open and do that work and go

One more mile

How am I supposed to find your front door?

Where’m I gonna spend the night?

A little peace of mind is all I’m looking for

Or maybe just a little light

There’s Jesus bleedin', there’s Buddha on the hill

And Krishna’s got a funny smile

They all say, «My friend, it’s just around the bend about

One more mile»

One more mile

One more mile