Two of Us
Two of us riding nowherespending someone's hard-earned payYou and me Sunday drivingNot arriving on our way back homeWe're on our way homeWe're on our way homeWe're going home
Two of us sending postcardswriting letters on my wallYou and me burning matcheslifting latches on our way back homeWe're on our way homeWe're on our way homeWe're going home
You and I have memorieslonger than the roadthat stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoatsstanding solo in the sunYou and me chasing papergetting nowhere on our way back homeWe're on our way homeWe're on our way homeWe're going home
You and I have memorieslonger than the roadthat stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoatsstanding solo in the sunYou and me chasing papergetting nowhere on our way back homeWe're on our way homeWe're on our way homeWe're going home
"We're going home. You'd better believe it."