I was on a Delta highway
Twilight rising from the road
Lightning shone on cotton fields
I drove through pink skies alone
Went to Lourdes and Santiago
Traveled down to New Orleans
Between pilgrims and les bons temps
Live the visions and the dreams
All this searching leads
Down such winding roads
Funny how the time goes
So far away from home
Climbed the Yellow Mountain
Held the sun in my hand
Worshipped the warriors
In tombs of ancient lands
Did not reach to the leper
Though she gave me a smile
I just played this old guitar
Amidst 1000 Chinese eyes
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 in the desert
In hopes of Tunis or Algiers
May the Moors next enchant me
Tall, dark 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