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 trumpets sounds
 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, when that trumpets sounds
 Yeah, I like the heat
 Of your body laying under me
 May your wild lip
 Get you where your going
 With your inventions
 Your intentions
 Your laughter
 Your forever yearning
 Oh, where
 Oh, where will I be?
 Oh, where?
 Oh, when that trumpets 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?
 Oh, when that trumpets sounds
 Oh, where?
 Oh, where?
 Oh, where?
 When that trumpet sounds
 Oh, where?
 Oh, where?
 Oh, 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?