Well my heart's in The Highlands, and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the air Bluebells where the Aberdeen waters flow my heart's in The Highlands I'm gonna go there when I feel good to go
Windows were all night in my dreams Everything was exactly the way it seems Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the old page Same old rat race, life in the same old I want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of I wish come and push back the clock for me
Well my in The Highlands 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 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' from scene to I'm wonderin' what in the could it all possibly mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my You say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn My in The Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful of the Black Swan Big white clouds chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place to go
I'm in town in some restaurant I got no idea what I Or maybe I do but I'm just not sure comes over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, nobody around She studies me as I sit down She got a pretty and long white shiny legs
I said "Tell me I want" She say "You probably hard boiled eggs" I "That's right, bring me some" She says "We ain't got any, you the wrong time to come" Then she "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I if I could but I don't do sketches memory" she's there, she says "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 pulls one out behind her ear She says "Alright now go draw me I'm stayin' right here" I a few lines 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 "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does" She say "You be joking", I said "I wish I was" She says "You read women authors do ya?" At least that's what I think I her say I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya just don't seem ya do" I "You're way wrong" She says "Which have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong" She goes 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 Highlands with the and hounds Way up in the border far from the towns With the twang of the arrow and the of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any way to go Every day is the same thing, out the further 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', bright colored 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 from a mangy dog Talkin' to in a monologue I think what I need might be a full-length leather Somebody just asked me if I'm to vote
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 my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day Over the and far away There's a way to get there, and I'll it out somehow Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good for now