Two Of Us

Postmen Flying

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





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