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