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