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