Grip on the Ridge

Once again in the den of the moved on Been singin' this song for too long Do I bring, do I bring, do I bring this about? Am I getting chased down Or am I getting chased out? Hold for the latter and keep that heart stout Oh, I've got nothing but the white-knuckled grip on the ridge Oh, it feels like yesterday we were only kids I'm so over towing vultures I'm so post-bringing ghosts Hawk am I, hawk am I, hawk am I, how could I forget it? But I remember now Oh, I've got nothing but the white-knuckled grip on the ridge Oh, it feels like yesterday we were only kids Oh, how could we know That it would go down like this? Oh, hard winds will blow But we cannot desist And the blind side Keeps my eyes wide But I can't abide An unchanging tide I've got nothing but the white-knuckled grip on the ridge Oh, it feels like yesterday we were only kids Oh, how could we know That it would go down like this? Oh, hard winds will blow But we cannot desist