Where Will I Be - Alternate Version - Incomplete

Lyrics for Where Will I Be - Alternate Version - Incomplete

All the streets are cracked, and there's glass everywhere And a baby stares out with motherless eyes Under long gone beauty here on fields of war Trapped in lament to the poet's core Oh, where, oh, where will I be? Oh, where when that trumpet 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 when that trumpet sounds? 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 Forever yearning Oh, where, oh, where...