Well my heart's in The Highlands, and fair blooming in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing where the waters flow Well my heart's in The I'm go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were all night in my dreams Everything was the way that it seems Woke up mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, life in the old cage I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real and a fake Feel like a in a world of mystery I wish someone'd and push back the clock for me
Well my in The Highlands wherever I roam That's I'll be when I get called home The it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme Well, my in The Highlands I can only get one step at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta up the sound Someone's yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' scene to scene I'm what in the devil could it all possibly mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my You could say I was on but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn My heart's in The Highlands at the break of By the beautiful of the Black Swan Big white like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only left to go
I'm in Boston town in restaurant I got no what I want Or maybe I do but I'm just really not Waitress 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 shiny legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably want hard eggs" I said "That's right, me some" She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong to come" Then she says "I know you're an artist, draw a of me" I said "I if I could but I don't do from memory" she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you Or you looked?"
I say "All right, I know but I have my drawin' book" She me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that" I say "Yes I could but I don't where my pencil is at" She one out from behind her ear She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm right here" I make a few lines and I it for her to see Well she takes the napkin and throws it and says "That don't look a like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it most does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I I was" She says "You read women authors do ya?" At least what 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 "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong" She goes away for a minute, and I out, out of my chair I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin'
Well my heart's in The Highlands the horses and hounds Way up in the country far from the towns With the of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, see any other way to go day is the same thing, out the door Feel further away ever before Some things in life it gets too late to learn Well I'm somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored All the young men with the women lookin' so good Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a if I could I'm crossin' the street to get away from a dog Talkin' to myself in a I think what I might be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to
The sun is beginnin' to on me But not like the sun that used to be The party's over and there's less and to say I got new eyes, looks far away Well my heart's in The at the break of day Over the hills and far a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow Well I'm already in my mind and that's good enough for now