Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someones
Heard 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 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
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