Come on, my friends,
Lets make for the hills.
They say theres gold but Im looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because Im only coming along for the ride.
Well, you go your way,
Ill go mine.
I dont care if we get there on time.
Everybodys searching for something, they say.
Ill get my kicks on the way.
Over mountains, across seas,
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
Faces of people and places dont change.
All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.
All I want to tell you,
All I want to say is count me in on the journey.
Dont expect me to stay.
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