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      About "Highlands"

      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Highlands"

      Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair
      Honeysuckle 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 mornin' and I looked at the same old page
      Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
      I don't want nothin' 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'd 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 buckeye 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 yellin' "Turn it down"
      Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
      I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean

      Insanity is smashin' 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 and long white shiny legs

      I said "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 said "I would if I could but
      I don't do sketches from memory"
      Well she's there, 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 drawin' 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 "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here"
      I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
      Well she takes the 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 joking", I said "I wish I was"
      She says "You don't read women authors do ya?"
      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 "Ya just don't seem like ya do"
      I said "You're way wrong"
      She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "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 goin' 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, 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, forgettin' their troubles and woes
      They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
      All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
      Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
      I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
      Talkin' 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 beginnin' 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

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