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 trumpet sounds      Met an Indian boy, in Ottawa   He land me down on a red 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 intensions, your laughter   Your forever yearning      Oh where, Oh where will I be   Oh where, when that trumpet 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, when that trumpet sounds      Oh where, Oh where, Oh where when that trumpet sounds   Oh where, Oh where 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