Hicksville Part I

In my mind I'm a cowpoke Glass of jack in my hand Watching Texas Two step To a Texas Swing Band. I've got slim line Levi's jeans And a black Stetson hat and tooled leather boots I'm a real cool cat. There's no jingling spurs Or pistols slapping leather Just the sound of the couples Dancing close together. This place is Hicksville, Any state, Western USA The time is the present The date is today. No hitching rail of horses Ears twitching in the breeze Just a big concrete car park Full of dusty SUVs. As the last notes of swing Slide down past my ears, I open my eyes And reality appears. No glass of Jack Just a mug of cold tea; No roomful of dancers Just lonely old me. There'll come a time But I don't know when I'll close my eyes And go back there again. Slumped in my chair I know I'll soon find Hicksville, USA, filed Bright and clear in my mind