Tone Poem
Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain
We can fade away or start over again
In a high five season in a cut-price land
The southern cross don't shine on that invisible hand
Where will you live when the fields are falling
Where will you live when the feedlots calling
Everybody standing in a tree tops saying
Where will you live where will you live
Everybody doesn't have to beg or borrow
We are going to move into a new tomorrow
Where will you live where will you live
Invisble hand clutching at the throat
Statistical sham an emperor's rags it's sad
Because equality is the only plea green fields are burning
The reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they're hurting
A willing victim I don't think so
We won't be pinned against the wall
There is no slogan that can feed you
Where will you live when the fields are falling
Where will you live when the feedlots calling
Everybody standing in a tree tops saying
Where will you live where will you live
Tearing up your ticket for the new Titanic
Heat haze refugee no one panic
Where will we go when the water comes over
Where will you live where will you live
Take a big breath don't have to drown in sorrow
Take a deep breath for a new tomorrow
The bow will break the cradle fall
We won't be jammed up against the wall