James Alan Hundred Miles A Minute
Same jeans, same shirt, just digging dirt
So I can stand here
As a rock among rubble, entrenched in the trouble
of my hardest year
Pointing fingers at the mirror never got my any nearer
To breaking this circle of self-doubt
I can't figure it out
I feel too small to see what it's all about
When your mind is always flying
At a hundred miles a minute
You're bound to miss the little things
If you can't take the time
To slow down for a minute
You'll find your heart is a hundred miles away
You'll find your heart is a hundred miles away
She tries to catch my eyes
But they're too distant
Because I'm so damn wrapped up in myself
That it's left me blind
To all she wants, when all she needed was my
Attention
But I find I'm in short supply
Ain't even got the time to wipe that tear from her eye.
When your mind is always flying
At a hundred miles a minute
You're bound to miss the little things
If you can't take the time
To slow down for a minute
You'll find your heart is a hundred miles away
Yeah if you don't take the time
To hold her for a minute
You'll find her heart is a hundred miles away
You'll find her heart is a hundred miles away
When your mind is always flying
At a hundred miles a minute
You're bound to miss
The little things.
