The streets are cracked
And there's glass everywhere
And the children stares out
With motherless eyes
In arms of beauty
On fields of war
Trapped in lament
From the poet's core
Oh where oh where will I be
Oh where oh when that trumpets sounds
Met an Indian girl in Ottawa
She said "you'd be alright"
Said don't waste your breath
Don't waste your heart
Don't blister your heels
Walking 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