Tom: F
Am F C G
Daylight comes to meet you on the road
Am F C G
like a prodigal son, a prodigal hope that
Am F C G
you gave up on, when you were young
Am F C G
but daylight is coming on
Am F C G Am F C G
We live on the edge, on the edge of a darkness
Am F C G Am F
We live on the edge, on the edge of a darkness
C G
but daylight is coming on
Am F C G
Heaven bends low for the naked and the poor
Am F C G
to settle up a debt, to settle up a score
Am F C G
to set up a table on the edge of a war
Am F C G
cause we've been bleeding on the edge of the sword
Am F C G
The boardwalk is painted red with the blood
Of a thousand prospective heroes but one
Still cries out beyond all the grave and the flood
Where the blackest abysses cannot overcome
