Edge

Verse 1 He wakes up every morning with a fire in his chest, Plans stacked like towers, dreams polished to impress. He can see the finish line shining like a crown, But every time he reaches out, the world just shifts around. Pre‑Chorus He’s got vision, he’s got hunger, he’s got maps he never used, He’s a lighthouse with no shoreline, always shining, never cruised. Chorus He lives on the edge of almost, where the promise feels so close, Where the wind keeps whispering “you’re nearly there” but never lets him coast. He’s a heartbeat from the breakthrough, a breath from sweet success, But the door keeps closing softly, leaving him with nothing but the guess. Verse 2 He’s tasted every moment right before the moment hits, He’s rehearsed a thousand victories in tiny, perfect bits. But the world keeps spinning sideways, like it’s playing some old joke, And he’s left holding the lighter, but he never gets the smoke. Pre‑Chorus He’s a spark without a wildfire, a race without the win, A story with a prologue that never lets the chapters in. Chorus He lives on the edge of almost, where the promise feels so close, Where the wind keeps whispering “you’re nearly there” but never lets him coast. He’s a heartbeat from the breakthrough, a breath from sweet success, But the door keeps closing softly, leaving him with nothing but the guess. Verse 3 He keeps a shelf of trophies that were never really won, Empty frames of moments he imagined in the sun. He swears he feels the victory humming in his bones, But every time he reaches out, he’s grasping at echoes and unknowns. Chorus He lives on the edge of almost, where the promise feels so close, Where the wind keeps whispering “you’re nearly there” but never lets him coast. He’s a heartbeat from the breakthrough, a breath from sweet success, But the door keeps closing softly, leaving him with nothing but the guess. Bridge Maybe someday he’ll stop chasing shadows on the wall, Maybe he’ll learn that standing still can be its own kind of call. But until that day arrives, he’ll keep reaching for the sun, Living in the golden moment right before the race is won. Final Chorus He lives on the edge of almost, where the dream is warm and bright, Where the future glows like sunrise but never turns to light. He’s a heartbeat from the breakthrough, a breath from sweet success— But maybe in the anticipation he’s already at his best.