| Lyrics: | Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood
air
Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in the
Highland,
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shakin' all
night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I
looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.
I
don't want nothing 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 would
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 buckeyed
trees in rhyme
Well my heart's in the Highland,
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
yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I'm
wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?
Insanity is smashing up against
my soul
You can 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
Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the
place but me and her
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
She says, "What'll
it be?"
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
She looks at me, Says
"I'd bring you some
but we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says,
"I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't
do sketches from memory."
"Well", 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 drawing book!"
She gives me a
napkin, she says, "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 "all right now, go
ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to
see
Well she takes a 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 says, "you must be jokin.'"
I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
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, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way
wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
She goes
away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but
nobody's going 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 a
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 then ever before
Some things in life,
it gets too late to learn
Well, I'm lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad
turns
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They're drinking
and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so
good
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could
I'm
crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think
what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to
vote
The sun is beginning 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
But I'm already there
in my mind
And that's good enough for now |
