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Bob Dylan - Highlands lyrics
by Bob Dylan 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 |
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