Midnight Oil — 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 feedlot's calling? Everybody standing in the treetops saying Where will you live? where will you live? Everyone doesn't have to beg or borrow Were going to move into a new tomorrow Where will you live? where will you live? Invisible hand clutching at the throat Statistical sham an emperor's rags, it's sad, it's so sad Because equality's the only plea green fields are burning The reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they're hurting Willing victims? I dont 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 feedlot's calling? Everybody standing in the treetops 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 you live when the water comes over? Where will you live? where will you live? Take a deep 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 against your wall