F#7 E B F#7 E B F#7 E B Come on, my friends, letʼs make for the hills. F#7 E B They say thereʼs gold but Iʼm looking for thrills. F#7 E B You can get your hands on whatever we find, F#7 E B ʼCause Iʼm only coming along for the ride. C# Well, you go your way, Iʼll go mine. A I donʼt care if we get there on time. B Everybodyʼs searching for something, they say. G Iʼll get my kicks on the way. F#7 E B Over the mountains, across the seas, F#7 E B Who knows what will be waiting for me? F#7 E B I could sail forever to strange sounding names. F#7 E B Faces of people and places donʼt change. C# All I have to do is just close my eyes A To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies. B G All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey. Donʼt expect me to stay. F#7 E B F#7 E B