Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west
Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast
With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest

At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east

Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod

And where power and position are equated with the grace of God
These times are famine for the soul while for the senses it's a feast
From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east


Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room

Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rage
In the absence of light

And the deepening night
Where I wait for the sun
Looking east


How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?
How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?


Power in the insect
Power in the sea

Power in the snow falling silently
Power in the blossom
Power in the stone

Power in the song being sung alone
Power in the wheatfield
Power in the rain

Power in the sunlight and the hurricane
Power in the silence
Power in the flame

Power in the sound of the lover's name
The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released
On the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least


Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom

Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age
And an absence of light

In the deepening night
Where I wait for the sun
Looking east