where will i be

All the streets are cracked, and there's glass everywhere

And a baby stares out with motherless eyes

Under long gone beauty here on fields of war

Trapped in lament to the poet's core

Oh, where

Oh, where will I be?

Oh, where

Oh, where will I be?

Met an Indian boy in Ottawa

He laid me down on a bed 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

Oh, where will I be?

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 intentions, your laughter

Forever yearning

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 will I be?

Oh, where

Oh, where will I be?

Oh, where

Oh, where

Oh, where