100,000 Miles Michael Franti & 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

(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