Two of us riding nowhere
spending someones hold on pay
you and me sunday driving not arrving
an our way back home
we 're an way home we're an way home
we're going home
Two of us sending postcards
writting letters on my word
you and me burning matches lifting laches
an our way back home
we 're an way home we're an way home
we're going home
you and I have memories
longer than the love that straches
out of the head
Two of us wearing raincoats
standing solo in the sun
you and me chacing paper
getting nowhere
an our way back home
we 're an way home we're an way home
we're going home
you and I have memories
longer than the love that straches
out of the head
Two of us wearing raincoats
standing solo in the sun
you and me chacing paper
getting nowhere
an our way back home
we 're an way home we're an way home
we're going home -