| Song | Where Will I Be |
| Artist | Emmylou Harris |
| Album | Spyboy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lanois | |
| (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 |
| zuo ci : Lanois | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Lanois | |
| 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 |