Текст песне : 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.
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.
The Beatles