In the morning sun,
I will shine for you
I need a reason to get up
before I wash my face
The junkies, the hookers,
the dealers, the pets
Kickin' all my covers
and I'm trippin' on the back
I haven't called my grandma in a long,
long time
Standin' in the shower
for almost half an hour
I'm tryin' to wake up
and I'm lookin' for the power
Reachin' for the towel,
soap in my eyes
Dryin' on my shoulders,
my chest and my thighs
The next thing I know, a telephone rings
I hear my own voice
on the answering machine
Sayin' please leave a message,
I'm glad you called
I listen for a voice but there's
nothin' at all
But man, oh man, I gotta kick the blues
And pay respect where respect is due
I'm crazy to die
And when I return to
The one I can turn to when
I'm feeling blue
But early in the morn
before I wash my face
Too vibrant
You bet it's still warm
but there's an empty space
Too vibrant
But early in the morn
before I wash my face
Too vibrant
100 ,000 miles, long as your legs
So if I let you be
Be in my heart and soul
Yeah, uh, uh
Stand rock, we rock, I'm ready to go
It's six in the morning,
she rolled out of bed
Stared out the window, and then she said
That I wasn't her type
I think she's running out of types though
And I told her so
She picked up her things
and walked through the door
And she said that she
couldn't see me no more
Well, just as she was leaving,
I asked her if she'd come
She didn't look back, said nothing at all
I didn't change my clothes
because they smell like you
And when I took a shower,
it reminded me of you
I called Grandma Brown
before we fight
It happened to me once,
it happened to me twice
Well, Michael, my son, you sound really bad
I wish that you were here
so I could give you a hug
And then she gave me a long, long talk
She said you had the patience of
ice on a sidewalk
While things get tough,
don't sweat it
Sometimes in life, you just gotta let it
And sing out a song, protection so strong
That even a bad dream
couldn't bring harm
To the mind of a young child's
Formed from a candlelight shadows
Her voice is like a whispering
kiss on the forehead
Uh -huh
But early in the morning
before I wash my face
We barely still want it, there's
an empty space
But early in the morning
before I wash my face
A hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
So I wish you'd be in
the mornin' sun
I wish you'd be in
the mornin' sun
I wish you'd be in in the last
30 minutes before I go to sleep
When I say my prayers
and I brush my teeth
Well, this is the time
when I'm forced to think about
All of the things I've been
trying to forget
About the bills, the phone,
and cleaning up my room
The cars, the traffic, the speakers,
and the boom
Alone, I remember the times
of me and you
And I realize my heart
is shaking up the room
Well, Grandma, she would tell us
about the glory days
Grandma, she would tell us
about
when we were slaves
In the living room, piano's out of tune
On top of it, the pictures of every
bride and groom
And child, grandchild, lost child
Every single tear shed
and every single smile
Cause everybody's got a
lot of shit to deal with
And life doesn't stop,
it just makes you feel
So shake the dust off your feet
Take a step forward, liberate with the beat
And so for you, I wrote this song
Because I wanted you to hear it
before you were gone
The African in me, the salmon all in me
These are some of the things
my grandmother gave to me
Well some believe the all
and some believe the ain't
If ever there was one, my grandma
Brown, she is a saint
But early in the month
before I wash my face
The bed is still warm
but there's an empty space
But early in the month before I wash my face
A hundred thousand miles,
floating on no place
We in the rock, we in the rock,
I'm ready to go
In the morning sun
So I will shine for you
In the morning sun
I will shine for you
In the morning sun
Thank
Spearhead 
