(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