This Could Be Texas
 作词 : Lily Fontaine/Douglas Frost/Lewis Whiting/Nicholas Eden
 作曲 : Lily Fontaine/Douglas Frost/Lewis Whiting/Nicholas Eden
It's the year of the ox.
Dress me up and try to guess my weight.
800 people gathered at a fair
In the machine age.
That's the wisdom of the crowds,
The more the merrier.
Ignore the farmer and his Pitchfork;
Walk through the heather.
I put it into verse,
Put it in an envelope,
I put it in a postbox,
Someone puts it in your house.
And that house is in a town,
That town ain't far from here
But it doesn't feel very near.
And that town is in a state
And that state is in a country
And that country is in a bad state —
There's a familiar atmosphere about the place.
And in the end they might thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather.
And in the end they might even thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather.