(Warren Zevon)

We left Constantinople in a thousand ninety-nine

To restore the one True Cross was in this heart of mine

To bring it to Jerusalem and then sail home to Rhodes

We took that holy ride ourselves to know

We took that holy ride ourselves to know



Everyone got famous, everyone got rich

Everyone went off the rails and ended in the ditch

But we had to take that long, hard road to see where it would go

We took that holy ride ourselves to know

We took that holy ride ourselves to know



Now if you make a pilgrimage I hope you find your grail

Be loyal to the ones you leave with even if you fail

Be chivalrous to strangers you meet along the road

As you take that holy ride yourselves to know

You take that holy ride yourselves to know