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Where Will I Be
(Daniel Lanois)
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.
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Oh where, oh where will I be.
And addiction stays on tight like a glove
Well the heart opens wide like it's never seen love
Oh where, oh where oh when that trumpet sounds.
Oh where, oh where oh where when that trumpet sounds
Oh where, oh when that trumpets sounds.
Oh where, oh where will I be
To the other side of desire.
I walked to you rolled up in wire
I walked through the teeth of the reaper's grin
And I walked to the rim
I walked to the river
Oh where, oh when that trumpets sounds.
Oh where, oh where will I be
Your forever yearning.
With your inventions your intentions, your laughter
May your wild lip get you where your going
Of your body laying under me
Yeah I like the heat
Oh where, oh when that trumpets sounds.
Oh where, oh where will I be
Running in the dark.
Don't blister your heels
Don't waste your heart
Said don't waste your breath
He laid me down on a bed of straw
Met an Indian boy in Ottawa
Oh where, oh when that trumpets sounds.
Oh where, oh where will I be
To the poet's core.
Trapped in lament
On fields of war
Under long gone beauty
With motherless eyes
And a baby stares out
And there's glass everywhere
The streets are cracked
(Daniel Lanois)
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