fuck yeah i am still holding on    making mountains out of molehills    trading moments in for memories    these days still mean everything to me    days that could抳e so easily been ignored by you    so many hours through scorching desert    man, how can i say this without sounding like some cheesy    M鰐ley Cr黣 song?    so much of what we do driven by thoughts of you    some names we抣l never know    your smiling, imperfect faces helping us along   "are we almost there?"    for thirty minutes while the whole world exists only    in your eyes and war cries    so much of our lives driven by thoughts of you    and you and you there way in the back    could it really be?    still cannot believe that it抯 true...   part of your day spent thinking of us    waiting (just like i used to) for us to show up,    plug in, and share with you our hearts   and that twenty-hour drive turns into nothing at all    and for that we must    thank you