Daylight comes to meet you on the road Like a prodigal son, a prodigal hope that You gave up on, when you were young But daylight is coming on
We live on the edge, on the edge of a darkness We live on the edge, on the edge of a darkness But daylight is coming on
Heaven bends up for the naked and the poor To settle up a debt, to settle up a score To set up a table on the edge of a war Cause we've been bleeding on the edge of the sword
Bridge (am all the way through once, then back to am - f - c - g) The boardwalk is painted red with the blood of A thousand prospective heroes but one Who rides out beyond of the grave and the flood Where the blackest abyss is, but cannot overcome
