Highlands Lyrics - Time Out Of Mind - 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 

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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 buckeye trees in rhyme 

Well my heart's in the Highland 

I can only get there one step at a time 

I'm listening to, 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 

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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 

Well, 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 

I say, ["Tell me what I want."] 

She say, ["You probably want hard boiled eggs."] 

I said, ["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 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 say, ["You must be jokin.'"] I say, ["I wish I was!"] 

Then she says, ["You don't read women authors, do you?"] 

At 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 out 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 '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'm 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