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