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Howard came forward
Out from the west
Down from the mountain
Beating his breast
Blown from the forest
They laid him to rest
They told his whole story in ten sentences
Write down right now
Over the edge
Shaking a fist
Dreaming of this
I love my eyes
Looking into yours
I told my whole story crawling backwards
And when the whistle blows
We're all going home
Oh
People I don't know waving hello
Driving around downtown Ohio
I kneel before you with arrow straight through
Lifting an eyebrow I'm calling the blues
Lifting an eyebrow I'm calling the blues
Lifting an eyebrow I'm calling it the blues
And when the whistle blows
We're all going home
Oh
Onward forward
Out from the west
Down from the mountains
Beating his breast
Blown from the forest
They laid him to rest
They told his whole story in ten sentences
They told his whole story in ten sentences
Told his whole story in ten sentences
Told his whole story in ten sentences