Lyrics Two Of Us - Rita Connolly

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 going home

Two of us spending 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 going home

You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches
Out ahead

Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home
We're on our way home
We're going home