Bob Dylan - Highlands (live) Lyrics

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

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

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 f