Ammunition

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