The Gold Is In The... — текст песни (Pink Floyd)

Come on, my friends,
Let`s make for the hills.
They say there`s gold but I`m looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I`m only coming along for the ride.
Well, you go yuor 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 mountains, across seas,
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 want to tell you,
All I want to say is count me in on the journey.
Don`t expect me to stay.