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 to 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 lives in your hand
On that roll, on that roll of thirty-five

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 in every mile
That remind us how we lived, and remind us for a while

And 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 lives in your hands
On that roll, on that roll of thirty-five

Thirty-five