Pink Floyd:The Gold It's In The...

Come on, my friends; let's make it for the hills.
They say, there's gold, but 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, 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 will 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 on those 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.