On the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least
How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?
Power in the blossom, power in the stone
Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
And where power and position are equated with the grace of God
Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod
Power in the wheat field, power in the rain
How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?
At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east
In the absence of light
These times are famine for the soul while for the senses, it's a feast
Power in the sunlight and the hurricane
Where I wait for the sun
The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released
And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age
Power in the song being sung alone
And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rage
With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest
Power in the silence, power in the flame
In the deepening night
Power in the sound of the lover's name
Power in the snow falling silently
Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room
Looking east
Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon
And the deepening night
Power in the insect, power in the sea
Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom
From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east
And an absence of light
Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page
Where I wait for the sun
