Text: Beatles, The. Two Of Us.

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.

You and I have memories

Longer than the road that stretches out ahead.

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.

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 on our way home.