Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Through the windows I can see midnight on my skin.
The radio is a heartbeat playing a restless song.
Missing our namesake, and a limit with no time,
Standing on a ledge where fate meets the line.
On the edge of tomorrow, singing to the stars.
All the past is in flames, and learning how to restart.
On the edge of tomorrow, with fury in our veins,
We’ll create our names across the roaming plains.
No guarantees on a perfect scenario,
We pave the way in with broken promises.
If gravity is lying, then soar with me tonight
We’ll find the chance and make it our flight.
On the edge of tomorrow, singing to the stars.
All the past is in flames, and learning how to restart.
On the edge of tomorrow, with fury in our veins,
We’ll create our names across the roaming plains.
When morning breaks, it may haunt the path we chose.
We’ll trench the footprints in the daylight now exposed.
On the edge of tomorrow, we stood and then we flew,
Left the past behind, and the future was within the view.
On the edge of tomorrow, singing to the stars.
All the past is in flames, and learning how to restart.
On the edge of tomorrow, with fury in our veins,
We’ll create our names across the roaming plains.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
