Album Name

Time Out Of Mind

Artist

Bob Dylan

Genre

포크

Release Date

1997.09.30

Release Agency

Columbia

Bob Dylan - Highlands
a full length leather coat
She got a pretty face and
long white shiny legs
Somebody just asked me
She says, "What'll it be?"
If I registered to vote
I say, "I don't know,
you got any soft boiled eggs?"
The sun is beginning to shine on me
She looks at me, Says
"I'd bring you some
But it's not like the sun that used to be
Well my heart's in the Highlands
but we're out of 'm, you picked
gentle and fair Honeysuckle
The party's over,
the wrong time to come"
blooming in the wildwood air
and there's less and less to say
Then she says, "I know you're an artist,
draw a picture of me!"
Bluebelles blazing, where the
Aberdeen waters flow
I got new eyes
I say, "I would if I could, but,
Everything looks far away
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I don't do sketches from memory."
I'm gonna go there when
I feel good enough to go
Well, my heart's in the Highlands
"Well", she says,
at the break of day
"I'm right here in front of you,
Over the hills and far away
or haven't you looked?"
Windows were shakin'
I say," all right, I know,
all night in my dreams
but I don't have my drawing book!"
There's a way to get there, and
Everything was exactly the way
I'll figure it out somehow
She gives me a napkin, she says,
that it seems
"you can do it on that"
Woke up this morning and
But I'm already there in my mind
I looked at the same old page
And that's good enough for now
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.
She pulls one out from behind her ear
I don't want nothing from anyone,
She says "all right now, go ahead,
ain't that much to take
draw me, I'm standing right here"
Wouldn't know the difference between
I make a few lines,
a real blonde and a fake
and I show it for her to see
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me
I said, "Oh, kind miss,
it most certainly does"
Well my heart's in the Highlands
She says, "you must be jokin.'
wherever I roam That's
" I say, "I wish I was!"
where I'll be when I get called home
Then she says, "you don't read women authors,
do you?" Least that's what
The wind, it whispers to the
I think I hear her say,
buckeyed trees in rhyme
"Well", I say,
"how would you know and
Well my heart's in the Highland,
what would it matter anyway?"
I can only get there one step at a time.
"Well", she says, "you just don't
seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
I'm listening to Neil Young,
I gotta turn up the sound
She says, "which ones have you read then?"
I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
Someone's always yelling turn it down
She goes away for a minute and
I slide up out of my chair
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I step outside back to the busy street,
but nobody's going anywhere
I'm wondering what in the devil
could it all possibly mean?
Well my heart's in the Highlands,
with the horses and hounds
Insanity is smashing up against my soul
Way up in the border country,
far from the towns
You can say I was on anything but a roll
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
If I had a conscience,
well I just might blow my top
My heart's in the Highlands
Can't see any other way to go
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop
Every day is the same thing out the door
My heart's in the Highlands
Feel further away then ever before
at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Some things in life,
it gets too late to learn
Big white clouds, like chariots
that swing down low
Well, I'm lost somewhere
Well my heart's in the Highlands
I must have made a few bad turns
Only place left to go
I see people in the park forgetting
I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
their troubles and woes
They're drinking and dancing,
wearing bright colored clothes
I got no idea what I want
All the young men with their
young women looking so good
Well, maybe I do but
I'm just really not sure
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
Waitress comes over
In a minute, if I could
Nobody in the place but me and her
I'm crossing the street to get
It must be a holiday,
away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
I think what I need might be