Not Exotic

I had a true love from Hannibal Where the Mississippi turns flat and wide We'd lay out on the sandbars And fall asleep to the barges and the fireflies And I killed my true love from Hannibal She was nineteen and I was twenty-two Summer was ending and

It wasn't my fault She led me here Canadian plains To disappear It started one night When I'd had too much Of being alone Of collecting dust So I went to see her Like a thief in the night I gave her my death And stole from her life And it killed me e