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