Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and Honeysuckle in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters Well my heart's in The I'm gonna go there when I feel good to go
Windows were shaking all night in my Everything was exactly the way it seems Woke up mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, life in the same old I don't want nothin' from anyone, that much to take know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of I wish someone'd come and push back the for me
my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam That's where I'll be I get called home The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of Well, my in The Highlands I can only get there one step at a I'm listening to Neil Young, I turn up the sound Someone's yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all mean
is smashin' up against my soul You say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn My heart's in The at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Swan Big white clouds chariots that swing down low my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in restaurant I got no what I want Or maybe I do but I'm just not sure comes over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, nobody around She studies me closely as I sit She got a pretty face and long white legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably want hard eggs" I said "That's right, me some" She "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come" Then she says "I you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I would if I but I don't do from memory" Well there, she says "I'm right here in front of you Or you looked?"
I say "All right, I know but I don't have my book" She me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that" I say "Yes I could but I don't know my pencil is at" She pulls one out from her ear She says "Alright now go ahead me I'm stayin' right here" I make a few and I show it for her to see Well she takes the napkin and throws it and says "That don't look a like me"
I "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I I was" She says "You read women authors do ya?" At least that's I think I hear her say I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya just don't seem ya do" I "You're way wrong" She says "Which have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong" She away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's anywhere
Well my in The Highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the With the of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, see any other way to go Every day is the same thing, out the Feel further away than before Some things in life it just too late to learn Well I'm somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, forgettin' their and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', bright colored clothes All the men with the young women lookin' so good Well, I'd trade places any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the to get away from a mangy dog to myself in a monologue I think what I need might be a full-length coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to
The sun is to shine on me But it's not like the sun used to be The party's over and there's and less to say I got new eyes, looks far away my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out Well I'm already there in my and that's good enough for now