Half of a letter Tells half a story The way I see it It's half the worry Where I came from I forgot too soon... East of the sun And west of the moon Money talks And hey, I'm listening I've lived without it Enough to miss it Where I'm going I'll get there soon East of the sun And west of the moon Another day leaves me aching I try to wake up But something's breaking Here inside me Deep and hollow A sound that no other sound could follow I know the pain Before the wound East of the sun And west of the moon