Where Will I Be - Alternate Version

All 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, when
 When that trumpet sounds
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 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, when
 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 intentions, your laughter
 And forever yearning
 Oh, where
 Oh, where will I be
 Oh, when
 When that trumpet sounds
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 Yeah, I walked to the river and I walked to the rim
 I walked through the teeth of the reaper's grin
 Now, I walk to you rolled up in wire
 To the other side of desire
 Oh, where
 Oh, where will I be
 Oh, when
 When that trumpet sounds
 Oh, where
 Oh, where
 Oh, when
 When that trumpet sounds
 Oh, where
 Oh, when that trumpet sounds
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 Yeah, 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