F D# A# F D# A# F D# A# Come on, my friends, letʼs make for the hills. F D# A# They say thereʼs gold but Iʼm looking for thrills. F D# A# You can get your hands on whatever we find, F D# A# ʼCause Iʼm only coming along for the ride. C Well, you go your way, Iʼll go mine. G# I donʼt care if we get there on time. A# Everybodyʼs searching for something, they say. F# Iʼll get my kicks on the way. F D# A# Over the mountains, across the seas, F D# A# Who knows what will be waiting for me? F D# A# I could sail forever to strange sounding names. F D# A# Faces of people and places donʼt change. C All I have to do is just close my eyes G# To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies. A# F# All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey. Donʼt expect me to stay. F D# A# F D# A#
