Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and Honeysuckle in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing the Aberdeen waters flow Well my in The Highlands I'm gonna go there when I feel good to go
Windows shaking all night in my dreams was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old Same old rat race, life in the same old I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that to take Wouldn't know the difference between a blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a of mystery I wish someone'd come and back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get called The wind it whispers to the buckeye of rhyme Well, my in The Highlands I can only get there one step at a I'm to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my You say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe it to the pawn shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Swan Big clouds like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only left to go
I'm in Boston in some restaurant I got no idea what I Or maybe I do but I'm really not sure comes 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 face and long white shiny legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably want 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 you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I would if I but I don't do sketches memory" Well there, she says "I'm right 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 could but I don't know where my is at" She one out from behind her ear She "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here" I make a few and I show it for her to see Well she takes the and throws it back and says "That look a thing like me"
I said "Oh miss, it most certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I "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 would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya don't 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 back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere
Well my heart's in The with the horses and hounds Way up in the country far from the towns With the twang of the arrow and the of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, see any other way to go day is the same thing, out the door Feel away than ever before Some things in life it just gets too late to Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad
I see in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright clothes All the men with the young women lookin' so good Well, I'd places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the street to get away a mangy dog Talkin' to myself in a I think what I need might be a full-length leather Somebody asked me if I'm registered to vote
The sun is to shine 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, everything looks far Well my 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 mind and that's enough for now