Highlands
    (专辑: Time Out Of Mind - 1997)
    
    Well, my heart's in the 
highlands, gentle and fair  Honey suckle blooming in the 
wildwood air  Bluebells blazing where the 
Aberdeen waters flow  Well, my heart's in the 
highlands, I'm gonna go there when  I 
feel good enough to go.   Windows were shaking 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 old rat race, life in the 
same old 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 
buck-eyed trees of rhyme  Well, my heart's in the 
highlands, 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 him down"  Feel like I'm drifting, drifting from scene to scene  I'm wondering what in the 
devil could it all possibly mean.   Insanity is smashing up against my soul  You could 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  Or maybe I 
do but, I'm just really not sure  Waitress comes over, nobody in the 
place but me and her.   Well, it must be a 
holiday, there's nobody around  She studies me closely as I 
sit down  She got a 
pretty face, with long white shiny legs  I 
said, "Tell me what I 
want," she say, "You probably want hard boiled eggs."   I 
say, "That's right, bring me some."  She says, "We ain't got any, you picked the 
wrong time to come."  Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a 
picture of me."  I 
said, "I would if I 
could but I 
don't do sketches from memory."   Well, she then, 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 say, "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 staying right here."  I 
make a 
few lines and I 
show it for her to see  Well, she takes her 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 say, "You must be jokin'," I 
say, "I wish I 
was."  Then she says, "You don't read women authors do ya?" at least  that's what I 
think I 
hear her say  Well, I 
said, "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've read  Erica Jong."  She goes away for a 
minute and I 
slide out, out of my chair  I 
step outside back to the 
busy street but nobody is 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 the 
snap of the 
bow  My heart's in the 
highlands, I 
can't see any other way to go.   Every day is the 
same thing, out the 
door  Feel further away than ever before  Some things in life it just 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 the 
young women looking so good  Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em 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've 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  Well, I'm already there in my mind, and that's good enough for now.