Beatles

Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someones
Hard earned pay
Two of us sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats