Pink Floyd

Come on my friends let's make for the hills
They say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
'cause I'm only coming along for the ride

Well you go on your way and I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
Everybody's searching for something they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains across the sea
Who knows what may be waiting for me
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don't change

All I have to do is just close my eyes to see
The seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies
All I wanna tell you all I wanna say
Is count me in on the journey
Don't expect me to stay