WHERE WILL I BE
The streets are cracked
And there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares out
With motherless eyes
Under long gone beauty
On fields of war
Trapped in lament
To the poet's core
Oh where, Oh where will I be
Oh where, Oh when that trumpet sounds
Met an Indian boy, in Ottawa
He land me down on a red of straw
Said don't waste your breath
Don't waste your heart
Don't blister your heels
Running in the dark.
Oh where, Oh where will I be
Oh where, when that trumpet sounds
Yeah I like the heat
Of your body laying under me
May your wild lip get you where you're going
With your inventions, your intensions, your laughter
Your forever yearning
Oh where, Oh where will I be
Oh where, when that trumpet sounds
I walked to the river
And I walked to the rim
I walked through the teeth of the reaper's grin
I walked to you rolled up in wire
To the other side of desire
Oh where, Oh where will I be
Oh where, when that trumpet sounds
Oh where, Oh where, Oh where when that trumpet sounds
Oh where, Oh where when that trumpet sounds
Well the heart opens wide like it's never seen love
And addiction stays on tight like a glove
Oh where, Oh where will I be