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


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