where will i be

(Just try it) 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, where will I be? Oh, where Oh, where, where will I be? (Oh, that is good) 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, where will I be? Oh, where Oh, where, where will I be? (Oh, where will I be?) (Just try it) 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 Your forever yearning Oh, where Oh, where, where will I be? Oh, where When that trumpet sounds Oh, where Oh, where Oh, where When that trumpet sounds Oh, where Oh, where, where will I be? Oh, where Oh, where, where will I be? Oh, where Oh, where Oh, where