I know these roads
Each ridge and narrow bridge
Each chevron, enticing me on, each one in time
I take in my stride
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased by the things I've found
I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, I know what's expected of me now
Veering Cliffwards
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased with the things I've found
The things I've found
The things I've found
I've found
I've been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays and it says
"We've never really been away"
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't think of who I'm missing
I've got no space and no time
In my life anymore
No space or time
In my life
Anymore
For revenge