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 go there when I feel good enough to go
were shaking all night in my dreams Everything was the way that it seems up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, in the same old cage I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of I someone'd come and push back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The Highlands 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 get there one step at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, I turn up the sound always yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the could it all possibly mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my You could say I was on anything but a If I had a conscience, well I just blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe it to the pawn shop? My in The Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful of the Black Swan Big white like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, place left to go
I'm in Boston in some restaurant I got no idea I want Or maybe I do but I'm just not sure Waitress over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody She me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face and white shiny legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably want boiled eggs" I "That's right, bring me some" She "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come" she says "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I 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 make a few and I show it for her to see she takes the napkin and throws it back and says "That don't a thing like me"
I said "Oh miss, it most certainly does" She say "You be joking", I said "I wish I was" She says "You don't women authors do ya?" At least that's what I think I her say Well I say "How would you know, and what would it anyway?" Well she says "Ya just don't 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 nobody's anywhere
Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and 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 than ever things in life it just gets too late to learn Well I'm lost somewhere, I have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, forgettin' their and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored All the young men the young women lookin' so good Well, I'd trade places any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the street to get away from a dog Talkin' to myself in a I think I need might be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm to vote
The sun is to shine on me But it's not like the sun used to be The party's and there's less and less 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 There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good for now