100, 000 I need a to get up before I wash my The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the kickin' off my trippin' off the fact that I haven't called my gramma in a long, time standin in the shower for almost half an Tryin' to up and I'm lookin for the power reachin' for the towel with in my eyes dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my The thing I know the telephone rings I hear my own on the answering machine please a message I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice but there's at all Man oh Man I gotta kick the and pay respect where is due all praises to GOD the one I to the one I can to when I'm burned to the bone (chorus) in the morn before I wash my face a hundred thousand miles is a place At six in the morning she bed stared out the window and she said I wasn't her type... I think she's outa types though... and I told her so. She up her things and walked through the door and then that she couldn't see me no more just as she was leaving I her if she'd call she didn't look back nuttin at all I didn't change my clothes because they smell you and I took a shower it reminded me of you I called Gramma Brown for it happened to me once it happened to me Michael my son you sound really I that you were here 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 sing out a so strong that even a bad dream couldn't bring to the mind of a young battles formed the candle light shadows her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead (chorus) Early in the morn I wash my face The bedisstill there's an empty space Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy a hundred thousand miles is a place In the last thirty before I asleep when I have said my and I have brushed my teeth This is the when I am forced to think about all of the things I been tryin to about The Bills, the phone, up my room the cars, the traffic, the and the boom alone I the times with me and you and I realize my is shakin' up the room she would tell us about the glory days and gramma she tell us about when we were slaves in the livin' room pianos outa on top of it the of every bride and groom child/ grand lost 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 with the so for you I wrote this I wanted you to it before you are gone. the in me the Seminole in me These are some a things my gave to me some believe there are and believe there ain't if ever was one my gramma Brown she is a saint (chorus) Early in the morn before I wash my The bed isstill there'san empty space themornin before I wash my face a thousand miles is a lonely place