I know these roads

Each ridge and narrow bridge

Each Chevron enticing me on

Each warning sign, 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 with the things I've found I know these roads

An old hand understands

Above all, I know what's

Expected of me now, veering cliff wards 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

With the things I've found, with 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