Bob Dylan -
Fragments - Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996-1997): The Bootleg Series, Vol. 17 (Deluxe Edition)
Highlands (Live in Newcastle, Australia - March 24, 2001)
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 is as exactly the way that it seems
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 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 yelling, "Turn it 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?
Well, 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
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's in the place but me and her
It must be a holiday, ain't nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
I said "Which's the best you got?"
She say "You probably like scrambled eggs"
I said, "Alright, bring me some"
She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she knows, she says, "You're an artist, I know you are, draw a picture of me"
I said, "I would if I could but I don't do sketches from memory"
Yes beauty, well then
Pulls a napkin out and she, pulls a napkin
I wish you a napkin
She says, "Well you can do it on that"
What if i could but I wear it behind me
Paints up his hand
She pulls one arm from behind her ear
Saying, "Draw me now, I'm still here
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
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 you?"
At least that's what I think I hear her say
I say, "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?"
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 said, I've read Erica Jong"
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
I head 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 the snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
There ain't no place left there that I don't wanna go
Every day is the same thing, give a peek out the door
Time to repair what went wrong you did 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, and they're wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with all the young women and they're looking so good
I'd trade places with any of them if I only possibly 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
Someone just asked me if I'm registered to vote
Well, the sun is beginning to shine on me
But it ain't like the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looking far away
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, that's gotta have to be good enough for now
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 is as exactly the way that it seems
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 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 yelling, "Turn it 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?
Well, 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
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's in the place but me and her
It must be a holiday, ain't nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
I said "Which's the best you got?"
She say "You probably like scrambled eggs"
I said, "Alright, bring me some"
She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she knows, she says, "You're an artist, I know you are, draw a picture of me"
I said, "I would if I could but I don't do sketches from memory"
Yes beauty, well then
Pulls a napkin out and she, pulls a napkin
I wish you a napkin
She says, "Well you can do it on that"
What if i could but I wear it behind me
Paints up his hand
She pulls one arm from behind her ear
Saying, "Draw me now, I'm still here
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
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 you?"
At least that's what I think I hear her say
I say, "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?"
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 said, I've read Erica Jong"
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
I head 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 the snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
There ain't no place left there that I don't wanna go
Every day is the same thing, give a peek out the door
Time to repair what went wrong you did 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, and they're wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with all the young women and they're looking so good
I'd trade places with any of them if I only possibly 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
Someone just asked me if I'm registered to vote
Well, the sun is beginning to shine on me
But it ain't like the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looking far away
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, that's gotta have to be good enough for now
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