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 Oh where, Oh where, Oh where 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 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 will I be Oh where oh when that trumpets 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...