Текст песни where will i be - Emmylou Harris , Fred Again

I just try
All the streets are cracked, and there's glass everywhere
And a baby stares out with motherless eyes
Under long gone beauty here on fields of war
Trapped in lament to the poet's core

Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?

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, where will I be?

I just try
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
Forever yearning

Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where when that trumpet sounds?

Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where when that trumpet sounds?

Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?

Oh, where, oh, where
Oh, where