Testo Highlands - Bob Dylan

Testo della canzone Highlands (Bob Dylan), tratta dall'album Time Out of Mind

Well, my heart's in the Highlands, gentle and fair
Honeysuckle bloomin' in the Wildwood air
Bluebells blazin' 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 was 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 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 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 Highlands
I can only get there one step at a time
I'm listenin' to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yellin', "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 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 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 says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say, "Alright, 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 the napkin and throws it back and said
"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 said, "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 said, "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 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 than 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



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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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