Two Of Us

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

We're on our way back home

We're on our way home

We're on our way home

We're going home

You better believe it!