[Verse 1]
All the streets are cracked and there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares with motherless eyes
Under long-gone beauty, on fields of war
Trapped in lament from the poet's core
[Chorus]
Oh, where?
Oh, where, where will I be?
Oh, where?
When that trumpet sounds?
[Verse 2]
Met an Indian boy in Ottawa
He laid me down on a bed of straw
He said, "Don't waste your breath, don't waste your time
Don't blister your heels walking in the dark"
[Chorus]
Oh, where?
Oh, where, where will I be?
Oh, where?
When that trumpet sounds?
[Verse 3]
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
All the streets are cracked and there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares with motherless eyes
Under long-gone beauty, on fields of war
Trapped in lament from the poet's core
[Chorus]
Oh, where?
Oh, where, where will I be?
Oh, where?
When that trumpet sounds?
[Verse 2]
Met an Indian boy in Ottawa
He laid me down on a bed of straw
He said, "Don't waste your breath, don't waste your time
Don't blister your heels walking in the dark"
[Chorus]
Oh, where?
Oh, where, where will I be?
Oh, where?
When that trumpet sounds?
[Verse 3]
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
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