Where Will I Be

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 --- Where Will I Be - Emmylou Harris