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 back home...
we're on our way home, we're on our way home, we're going home...

two of us sending post cards, 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 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...