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 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 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 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 home
We're on our way home
We're going home