Emmylou Harris - Q: Anthony - Where Will I Be lyrics

Oh, streets are cracked and there's gla** 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 you're going With your inventions, your intentions, your laughter You're 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, 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?