Highway Caroline Herring All this searching leads down such winding roads funny how the mind goes so far away from home maybe on the midland prairies we could chase the native tears or wander through the desert in hopes of Tunis or Algiers may the Moors next enchant me dark, tall friend I have known but when on the Delta highway I'll think of you and you alone all this searching leads down such winding roads funny how the mind goes so far away from home