[Verse 1] I’m sitting on the linoleum in the middle of the dark, With a rusted pair of memories that still leave a spark. Every corner in this kitchen keeps repeating my name, Tying yesterday’s wreckage right around today's frame. I keep the blinds pulled low, I keep the latch on the wood, Convinced I couldn't rebuild if I thought that I could. I shut my eyes and all I find is gravel and dust, A thirty-year highway turning into red rust. [Pre-Chorus] I can’t wash the salt off these calloused hands, I’m tired of sinking in the same quicksand. So I’m falling on my face where the carpet meets the pine, Lord, if You’re listening along this line— [Chorus] Cut the tether to the ghost in the room! Don’t let my yesterday become my tomb! Tell me how to look at the miles ahead Without counting every single promise that bled. I don't wanna look forward and just see cold stone, A thousand empty mornings waking up all alone. Breathe a little light where the black road bends— Put some mercy on the horizon, before the story ends. (Hook: Put some mercy on the horizon) [Verse 2] They say forgive yourself, but that’s a stranger’s advice, When you’re the one who threw the matches and paid the full price. Now every time I see that old cracked rearview, I’m right back in that driveway with nothing left to lose. Just a rocking chair creaking on an empty back porch, A quiet so brutal that it burns like a torch. I don’t want to survive just to carry the scar; I want a reason to start up the car. [Pre-Chorus] Take the cold rearview mirror out of my chest, Give an exhausted spirit a place to rest. I’m done standing sentry over things that died, Listen to the beggar on the wounded side— [Chorus] Cut the tether to the ghost in the room! Don’t let my yesterday become my tomb! Tell me how to look at the miles ahead Without counting every single promise that bled. I don't wanna look forward and just see cold stone, A thousand empty mornings waking up all alone. Breathe a little light where the black road bends— Put some mercy on the horizon, before the story ends. [Bridge] If all You got for me is an empty field, Teach my stiff neck how to finally yield. Fill up the quiet with a brother’s call, Give me a shoulder when the shadows fall. I’m not asking for glory, I’m not asking for gold, Just don’t let the rest of this life go cold. Don’t let the rest of my days go cold... [Final Chorus] Cut the tether to the ghost in the room! Sweep the ashes right out with the broom! Show me how to step on the asphalt ahead, Believing there is water where the ground was dead! I won’t look forward and expect cold stone— You didn’t pull me through the fire to leave me alone! Break the morning open where the timber bends, Put some mercy on the horizon— Where the new road begins. [Outro] Where the new road begins... Unclench the fist. Unlock the door. I won’t look back at the ditch no more. Mercy on the horizon. Amen.
