Where Will I Be — Emmylou Harris

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