Two of us riding nowhere

Spending someones

Heard 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 of here

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