otherwhere

That he is from some Otherwhere.

Partly because of its Jon Brion-ish piano tunes, partly because of the way its otherwhere levels feel so relentlessly untrustworthy and collapsible—though in the end, Bound concerns a very different sort of decoupling.

Mock me not, for otherwhere than along the greenwood fair, Have I ridden fast with thee!

For ah! methinks no otherwhere Is any field so good and fair.

Still shall the masterful fight go on, Still shall the battle of Right be won And He who fixed thee in upper air Shall carry thy prowess otherwhere.