where will i be (feat. Emmylou Harris)

Just try it

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, where will I be?

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, where will I be?
(Oh, where will I be?)
(Just try it)

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 trumpet sounds
Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where, when that trumpet sounds

Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where