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Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fairHoneysuckle blooming in the wildwood airBluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flowWell my heart's in the Highland,I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to goWindows were shakin' all night in my dreamsEverything was exactly the way that it seemsWoke up this morning and I looked at the same old pageSame ol' rat raceLife in the same ol' cage.I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to takeWouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fakeFeel like a prisoner in a world of mysteryI wish someone would comeAnd push back the clock for meWell my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roamThat's where I'll be when I get called homeThe wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhymeWell 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 soundSomeone's always yelling turn it downFeel like I'm driftingDrifting from scene the sceneI'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?Insanity is smashing up against my soulYou can say I was on anything but a rollIf I had a conscience, well I just might blow my topWhat would I do with it anywayMaybe take it to the pawn shopMy heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawnBy the beautiful lake of the Black SwanBig white clouds, like chariots that swing down lowWell my heart's in the HighlandsOnly place left to goI'm in Boston town, in some restaurantI got no idea what I wantWell, maybe I do but I'm just really not sureWaitress comes overNobody in the place but me and herIt must be a holiday, there's nobody aroundShe studies me closely as I sit downShe got a pretty face and long white shiny legsShe 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 somebut 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 earShe 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 seeWell she takes a napkin and throws it backAnd 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 chairI step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhereWell my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and houndsWay up in the border country, far from the townsWith the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bowMy heart's in the HighlandsCan't see any other way to goEvery day is the same thing out the doorFeel further away then ever beforeSome things in life, it gets too late to learnWell, I'm lost somewhereI must have made a few bad turnsI see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woesThey're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothesAll the young men with their young women looking so goodWell, I'd trade places with any of themIn a minute, if I couldI'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dogTalking to myself in a monologueI think what I need might be a full length leather coatSomebody just asked meIf I registered to voteThe sun is beginning to shine on meBut it's not like the sun that used to beThe party's over, and there's less and less to sayI got new eyesEverything looks far awayWell, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of dayOver the hills and far awayThere's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehowBut I'm already there in my mindAnd that's good enough for now
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