(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