Speechless

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