[Verse 1] I sent a question past the moon: “Am I content, or making room For all the things I’ll never do By claiming I don’t want them?” “I’ve seen the lives I might have led, The price of each, the miles ahead. I chose this little life instead— Why do I sometimes haunt them?” [Chorus] Is there a hole in the world tonight, Or a space I’ve circled in my mind? Is this deprivation haunting me, Or a want I’ve mistaken for a need? I put my case to the listening sky: “I’ve got enough. Have I?” And all those distant points of light Took different sides. [Verse 2] A star said, “Every light you see Costs a little more of me. You want the glow, but do you want To spend your life on burning?” The moon said, “Look at what I share: The borrowed light that brought you here. Must everything that makes you whole Be something that you’re earning?” [Chorus] Is there a hole in the world tonight, Or a space I’ve circled in my mind? Is this deprivation haunting me, Or a want I’ve mistaken for a need? I put my case to the listening sky: “I’ve got enough. Have I?” And all those distant points of light Took different sides. [Bridge — stripped back] The Earth said, “Hunger isn’t just a thought. Some hurt survives the peace you’ve sought. An empty plate needs more than words, Whatever you believe in.” Then silence let me hear you turn Beneath the sheets, and I returned. I’d counted all the things I lacked And left your laughter out. [Outro — warm, unhurried] No cosmic vote. No final word. A kettle clicked. An early bird. You asked me what I’d figured out. I said, “The jury’s scattered.” The stars were fading into blue. A passing peace can still be true. Tomorrow I might want the moon. This morning, let the coffee brew.
