Two of us riding no where,
Spending someone hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home
We on our way home
We on our way home
We 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 on our way home
We on our way home
We going home
Two of us wearing rain coats
Standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting no where on our way back home
We on our way home
We on our way home
We going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out a head
We on our way home
We on our way home
We going home