Two of us riding nowhere,
spending someone's hard earned pay.
You and me Sunday driving,
not arriving, on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
we're on our way home, we're going home.
Two of us sending postcards,
writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
lifting latches, on our way back home
We're on our way home,
we're on our way home, we're going home.
You and I have memories,
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats,
standing solo in the sun.
You and me chasing paper,
getting nowhere, on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
we're on our way home, we're going home.
You and I have memories,
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats,
standing solo in the sun.
You and me chasing paper,
getting nowhere, on our way back home.
We're on our way home,
we're on our way home, we're going home.