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