Well my in The Highlands, gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the air Bluebells blazing where the 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 Everything was exactly the way that it Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the old page old rat race, life in the same old cage I want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a Feel like a prisoner in a world of I wish someone'd and push back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get home The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of Well, my in The Highlands I can only get there one at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta up the sound Someone's always "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all mean
Insanity is smashin' up my soul You could say I was on but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the of dawn By the lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds like that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place to go
I'm in Boston town in restaurant I got no what I want Or I do but I'm just really not sure Waitress comes over, nobody in the but me and her Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody She studies me closely as I sit She got a pretty face and white shiny legs
I "Tell me what I want" She say "You probably hard boiled eggs" I said "That's right, me some" She says "We ain't got any, you picked the time to come" Then she says "I you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I "I would if I could but I don't do sketches memory" Well she's there, she "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 stayin' here" I a few lines and I show it for her to see Well she takes the and throws it back and says "That don't a thing like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I I was" She says "You don't read authors do ya?" At that's what I think I hear her say I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she "Ya just don't seem like ya do" I "You're way wrong" She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Jong" She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my I step outside to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere
Well my heart's in The with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow My in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go Every day is the thing, out the door Feel further away ever before Some things in life it just gets too to learn Well I'm somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, forgettin' troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored 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 the street to get away from a mangy dog to myself in a monologue I think what I need be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to
The sun is beginnin' to 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, everything far away Well my heart's in The Highlands at the of day Over the and far away a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good for now