Lyrics
Okay, what is there?
You'll hear it (yeah)
Just the first occasion you get
I did it with me tom (yeah)
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
Take it, Phil
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, 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