Highlands             
             
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair 
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air 
Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow 
Well my heart's in The Highlands 
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go 

Windows were shaking all night in my dreams 
Everything was exactly the way that it seems 
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page/pain/paint? 
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage 

I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take 
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake 
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery 
I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me 

Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam 
That's where I'll be when I get called home 
The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme 
Well my heart's in The Highlands 
I can only get there one step at a time 

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound 
Someone's always yellin' 'Turn it down' 
Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene 
I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean 

Insanity is smashin' up against my soul 
You could say I was on anything but a roll 
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top 
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop 

My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn 
by the beautiful lake of the Black Swan 
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low 
Well my heart's in The Highlands only place left to go 

I'm in Boston town in some restaurant 
I got no idea what I want 
or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure 
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her 

Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around 
She studies me closely as I sit down 
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs 
I said 'Tell me what I want' 
She say 'You probably want hard boiled eggs' 

I said 'That's right, bring me some' 
She says 'We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come' 
then she says 'I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me' 
I said 'I would if I could but 
I don't do sketches from memory' 

Well she's?? near she says 'I'm right here in front of you or haven't you looked' 
I say 'All right I know but I don't have my drawin' book' 
She gives me a napkin, she say 'You can do it on that' 
I say 'Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at' 

She pulls one out from behind her ear 
She says 'Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here' 
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see 
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says 
'That don't look a thing like me' 

I said 'Oh kind miss, it most certainly does' 
She say 'You must be joking', I said 'I wish I was' 
She says 'You don't read women authors do ya?' 
at least that's what I think I hear her say 
Well I say 'How would you know, and what would it matter anyway' 

Well she says 'Ya just don't seem like ya do', I said 'You're way wrong' 
She says 'Which ones have you read then?', I say 'Read Erica Jong' 
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair 
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere 

Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds 
way up in the border country far from the towns 
with the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow 
My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go 

Every day is the same thing, out the door 
feel further away than ever before 
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn 
Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns 

I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes 
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes 
All the young men with the young women lookin' so good 
Well I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could 

I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog 
talkin' to myself in a monologue 
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat 
Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote 

The sun is beginnin' to shine on me 
But it's not like the sun that used to be 
The party's over and there's less and less to say 
I got new eyes, everything looks far away 

Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day 
over the hills and far away 
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow 
Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now


             
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