Come on my friend, 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've only come along for the ride

Well you go 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

To be continued...