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 low 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
The boardwalk is painted red with the blood
Of a thousand prospective heroes but one