I had a true love from Hannibal
Where the Mississippi turns
So Jenny place your bets now
If you’ve got something
Your face
Found myself again on the morningwatch
For those of us who
I was there I heard the crackling of the palms
He
Blow in through the door
Like a ghost that is nice
My
And you might be surprised
By how much I love you
And
Brown grass and peeling paint
Dirty glass of lemonade
And your back’s
Sometimes I try
To be a fighterpilot
Cause you can’t see my
It wasn’t my fault
She led me here
Canadian plains
To disappear
It started