Two of us riding nowhere
Spending
someones
hard
earned
pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not ar
riving
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
You and I have
memories
Longer than the
road
That stretches out of
here
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending
someones
hard
earned
pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not ar
riving
on
our
way
back
home
We’re
on our way
home We’re
on our way
home
We’re
going
home