Waiting on the Edge

[Intro]
Quiet kitchen light
Two mugs
Only one stain on the rim
Oboe in the hallway air
Like you might walk back in
[Verse 1]
Your sweater on the back of that chair
I keep tripping on the empty space there
Talk to your side of the bed each night
Ask if you’re warm
Ask if you’re alright
[Chorus]
I’m waiting on the edge of a word you’ll never say
Half in this house
Half in yesterday
One hand on the phone
Like you might still text my name
I’m standing in the doorway of a life we never finished
Waiting on the edge
Of all the things you didn’t get to say
[Verse 2]
Doctor’s note still stuck to the fridge
I trace the circles where you wrote your wish
The dog still rushes every time keys shake
Then looks past me
Like I’m the mistake
[Chorus]
I’m waiting on the edge of a world that will not bend
Counting every sunrise
That you don’t get to end
I set you a plate
Then put it back again
I’m standing in the doorway of a life we never finished
Waiting on the edge
Of learning how to breathe in this new skin
[Bridge]
They say time will turn this hurt to a softer shade
But your coffee spoon
Your Sunday shoes
Keep calling out your name
If heaven has a window
If you’re looking through
Tell me how to do this
Tell me what you’d choose
[Chorus]
I’m waiting on the edge of a prayer that feels too small
Talking to the ceiling
Answering your call
One step from the dark
One step from the fall
I’m standing in the doorway of a life we almost finished
Waiting on the edge
Waiting on the edge
Of learning how to live with loving you at all

folk, Glossy Nashville-country ballad with lush strings, gentle oboe lines, and intimate acoustic guitar. Female vocals, warm and close in the verses; bigger, soaring tone in the choruses. Subtle pedal steel swells and piano doubles the guitar on key emotional phrases. Random-feeling key lifts between sections to heighten the sense of unstable grief. Final chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a high string countermelody, then falls to a fragile, near-a cappella outro., country, acoustic