Originally performed by The Beatles
Two of us riding nowhere,
Spending someone's hard earned day
You and me Sunday driving,
Not arriving on our way home
Here on our way home,
Here on our way home,
We're going home
Two of us sending postcards,
Writing letters on my wall
You and me burning matehes,
Litting latches on our way back home
Here on our way home,
Here on our way home,
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road,
That stretchers out a head
Two of us wearing raincoats,
Standing solo in the sun
You and me closing paper,
Getting nowhere on our way back home
Here on our way home,
Here on our way home
We're going home