Below, you will find the lyrics for Where Will I Be by Fred again...
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
Where
Where, where will I be?
Where
Where, 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
Where
Where, where will I be?
Where
Where, where will I be?
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
Where
Where, where will I be?
Where
When that trumpet sounds
Where
Where
Where
When that trumpet sounds
Where
Where, where will I be?
Where
Where, where will I be?
Where
Where
Where