Lyrics: Daniel Lanois/Fred Gibson/Giampaolo Parisi/Marco Parisi
Music: Daniel Lanois/Fred Gibson/Giampaolo Parisi/Marco Parisi
Producer: JOY (Anonymous)/PARISI
Just try
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, 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 thΠ΅ dark
Oh, where, oh, wherΠ΅ will I be?
Oh, where, oh, where will I be?
(Oh, where will I be?)
(Just try)
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 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
Programming: Fred again..
Audio Assistant: Katie Foreman
Audio Engineer: Fred again../Matt J Barnes
Vocals: Emmy Lou Harris