I didn't see the cavalry when they rode down into the valley,
With guns and horses and an army of working-class men,
See I was out at the lookout and I was scanning for airplanes,
For army jets and the kind of tanks that mow houses down.
I got a call from the 28th,
Stationed at the gates of my home-base,
They screamed we're over-run,
This is the last thing that I heard the commander say:
They flew in like a breeze but they blew out like a hurricane.
I didn't see it happening till it was too late to do anything,
Her humble air and her eyes that sang,
Man I didn't see them coming in,
See I was out at the lookout and I was scanning for fireworks,
For E. B. Browning and the kind of words that mow men down.
I got a call from those men on guard,
Stationed at the front gates of my heart,
They screamed we're over-run,
This is the last thing that I heard the commander say:
She flew in like a breeze but she blew out like a hurricane,
She flew in like a breeze but she blew out like a hurricane,
She flew in like a breeze but she blew out like a hurricane.
credits
from Self-Titled,
released June 11, 2009
Written by Matt Lockhart
Performed by Matt Lockhart, Steve Lockhart, Philip Van Der Wel, and Ryan Loerke
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