100, 000 I need a reason to get up I wash my The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the kickin' off my covers off the fact that I called my gramma in a long, long time standin in the shower for half an hour Tryin' to wake up and I'm for the power reachin' for the towel with soap in my dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my The thing I know the telephone rings I hear my own voice on the answering leave a message I'm glad ya called I for a voice but there's nothin' at all Man oh Man I gotta the blues and pay respect respect is due all to GOD the one I return to the one I can to when I'm feelin burned to the (chorus) in the morn before I wash my face a thousand miles is a lonely place At six in the she rolled bed stared out the window and then she that I her type... I think she's runnin outa though... and I told her so. She picked up her and walked through the door and said that she couldn't see me no more just as she was leaving I asked her if she'd she didn't look said nuttin at all I didn't my clothes because they smell like you and when I took a it reminded me of you I called Gramma Brown for it happened to me it happened to me twice Michael my son you sound really I wish that you were so I could to you give a hug then she gave me a long, talk she said "you have the of ice on a sidewalk" things get rough don't sweat it sometimes in life you just to let it and out a song so strong even a bad dream couldn't bring harm to the of a young childs battles formed from the candle light her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead (chorus) Early in the morn before I wash my The bedisstill warmbut an empty space Early in the beforeIwashmy face a hundred thousand miles is a place In the last thirty minutes I asleep when I have said my and I have brushed my teeth This is the time when I am forced to about all of the I been tryin to forget about The Bills, the phone, up my room the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the alone I remember the with me and you and I realize my heart is up the room Gramma she tell us about the glory days and gramma she would tell us about when we slaves in the livin' room outa tune on top of it the pictures of bride and groom child/ grand child child every single tear every single smile 'cause got alota shit to deal with and life doesn't stop it just makes ya it so the dust offa your feet take a step forward liberate the beat so for you I wrote song I wanted you to hear it you are gone. the in me the Seminole in me These are a things my grandmother gave to me believe there are and some believe there ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a (chorus) Early in the before I wash my face The bed isstill warmbut empty space Earlyin themornin before I my face a hundred thousand is a lonely place