[ music: Dennis Drew/words: Natalie Merchant ]
Tell me what`s gone wrong.
I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper.
Call the neighbors.
Who`s to blame for what`s going on?
In the dark without a clue I`m just the same as you.
O, they tell us there`s poison in the well,
that someone`s been a bit untidy and there`s been a small spill.
Not a lot, no, just a drop.
But there you are mistaken, you know you are.
I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just
drink on.
O, they tell us there`s poison in the well,
that someone`s been a bit untidy and there`s been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someone`s been a bit untidy, they`ll have it cleaned up in a week.
But the week is over and now it`s grown into years since I was told that I
should be calm, there`s nothing to fear here.
But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children.
Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost
in you backyard?
O, don`t tell us there`s poison in the well,
that someone`s been a bit untidy, that there`s been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someone`s been a bit untidy, they`ll have it cleaned up in a week.