100,000 Miles lyrics

I need a reason to get up before I wash my faceThe junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the placekickin' off my covers trippin' off the factthat I haven't called my gramma in a long, long timestandin in the shower for almost half an hourTryin' to wake up and I'm lookin for the powerreachin' for the towel with soap in my eyesdryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighsThe next thing I know the telephone ringsI hear my own voice on the answering machineplease leave a message I'm glad ya calledI listen for a voice but there's nothin' at allMan oh ManI gotta kick the blues and pay respect where respect is dueall praises to GOD the one I return to the one I can turn towhen I'm feelin burned to the bone (chorus) Early in the morn before I wash my face a hundred thousand miles is a lonely placeAt six in the morning she rolled outa bed stared out the window and then she saidthat I wasn't her type...I think she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.She picked up her things and wa
lked through the door and then said that she couldn't see me no morejust as she was leaving I asked her if she'd callshe didn't look back said nuttin at allI didn't change my clothes because they smell like youand when I took a shower it reminded me of youI called Gramma Brown for advice it happened to me once it happened to me twiceMichael my son you sound really bugged I wish that you were here so I could to you givea hug then she gave me a long, long talkshe said "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk"when things get rough don't sweat itsometimes in life you just have to let itand sing out a song so strongthat even a bad dream couldn't bring harmto the mind of a young childs battles formed from the candle light shadowsher voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead (chorus) Early in the morn before I wash my faceThe bedisstill warmbut there's an empty space Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely placeIn the last thirty minutes before I
fall asleepwhen I have said my prayers and I have brushed my teethThis is the time when I am forced to think about all of the things I been tryin to forget aboutThe Bills, the phone, cleanin up my roomthe cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boomalone I remember the times with me and youand I realize my heart is shakin' up the roomGramma she would tell us about the glory daysand gramma she would tell us about when we were slaves in the livin' room pianos outa tuneon top of it the pictures of every bride and groom child/ grand child lost childevery single tear shed every single smile'cause everybodies got alota shit to deal withand life doesn't stop it just makes ya feel itso shake the dust offa your feettake a step forward liberate with the beatso for you I wrote this song I wanted you to hear it before you are gone.the African in me the Seminole in meThese are some a things my grandmother gaveto me some believe there are and some believe thereain't if ever there was one my gramma
Brown she is a saint (chorus)Early in the morn before I wash my faceThe bed isstill warmbut there'san empty space Earlyin themornin before I wash my facea hundred thousand miles is a lonely place