Roll of 35

Rolling hills meet the window that's too cold to touch
From the far side of the world talking politics and such
And I'm looking far and wide for a view that's worth it all
While you're smiling at the flowers by the road left in awe
And I wonder how the boys are doing back home in their lives
As we travel through the distance to find a new city sign
And we're running low on coffee and fortitude
But you know cold mornings tend to bring warm food
So I'll tighten my grip on the days before my eyes
My mind's still running come the morning light
And I find peace in the fact my memories won't die
'Cause life is in your hands on that roll, on the roll of 35
Seeing is believing as they say
Blurry faces all the places that we kept along the way
All the laughs and all the smiles, all the love at every mile
They remind us how we live, they remind us for a while
That I'll tighten my grip on the days before my eyes
My mind's still running come the morning light
And I find peace in the fact my memories won't die
'Cause life is in your hands on that roll, on that roll of 35
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