I know these roads
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays and it says
I don't think of who I'm missing
I don't need more ammunition
I don't need more ammunition
Expected of me now, veering cliff wards
Each warning sign, I take in my stride
An old hand understands
I'm just pleased with the things I've found
I'm just pleased with the things I've found
I've got more than I can spend
Above all, I know what's
I don't need more ammunition
With the things I've found, with the things I've found, I've found
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I've got no space and no time in my life anymore
I've got more than I can spend
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
"We've never really been away"
I've been crying
Each Chevron enticing me on
