Well my in The Highlands, gentle and fair Honeysuckle in the wildwood air Bluebells where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart's in The I'm gonna go there when I good enough to go
Windows were shaking all in my dreams was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the old page Same old rat race, in the same old cage I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to Wouldn't know the difference between a blonde and a fake like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone'd come and push back the for me
Well my heart's in The Highlands I roam That's where I'll be when I get called The it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme Well, my heart's in The I can only get one step at a time I'm to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to I'm what in the devil could it all possibly 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 would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Big white clouds chariots that swing down low Well my in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some I got no what I want Or I do but I'm just really not sure Waitress over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody She studies me closely as I sit She got a face and long white shiny legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably hard boiled eggs" I said "That's right, me some" She says "We ain't got any, you the wrong time to come" Then she says "I know you're an artist, a picture of me" I said "I if I could but I don't do sketches memory" Well she's there, she says "I'm here in front of you Or you looked?"
I say "All right, I but I don't have my drawin' book" She me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that" I say "Yes I but I don't know 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 a few lines and I show it for her to see Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and "That don't look a like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I I was" She "You don't read women authors do ya?" At least that's what I I hear her say Well I say "How you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya just seem like ya do" I "You're way wrong" She says "Which ones 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 goin' anywhere
Well my in The Highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border far from the towns the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any way to go day is the same thing, out the door Feel away than ever before Some things in life it gets too late to learn Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have a few bad turns
I see in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' colored clothes All the young men with the young women lookin' so Well, I'd trade with any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the street to get from a mangy dog Talkin' to myself in a I think I need might be a full-length leather coat just asked me if I'm registered to vote
The sun is beginnin' to on me But it's not the sun that used to be The party's over and there's less and to say I got new eyes, everything 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 it out somehow Well I'm there in my mind and that's good enough for now