Where Will I Be - Alternate Version - Incomplete

Lyrics

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 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, 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 intentions, your laughter
 Forever yearning
 Oh, where, oh, where...
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:13
Key
1
Tempo
98 BPM

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