(Just try it)

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, where will I be?
Oh, where
Oh, where, where will I be? (Oh, that is good)

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, where will I be?
Oh, where
Oh, where, where will I be?
(Oh, where will I be?)
(Just try it)

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
Your forever yearning

Oh, where
Oh, where, where will I be?
Oh, where
When that trumpet sounds
Oh, where
Oh, where
Oh, where
When that trumpet sounds

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

Oh, where
Oh, where
Oh, where