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 wе know
That it would go down like this?
Oh, hard winds will blow
But we cannot desist

And thе 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