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. oh where where will i be

_oh where where. when that trumpet sounds

met an Indian boy in Ottowa

he laid me down on a bed of straw

said don't waste your breath

don't waste your heart

don't blister your heel

runnin in the dark.

_oh where where. oh where, where will i be

_oh where where. when that trumpet sounds

yeh i like the heat

of your body layin next to me

may your wild lip get you where you're goin

with your inventions your intentions, your laughter

your forever yearnin

_oh where. . where. oh where where will i be

_oh where... 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. where will i be

_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.. . ohh where. where will i be_

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daniel lanois