Two of Us

Timing is of the utmost importance in this song. Should you listen to it, you'll hear that the timing goes a little astray in the last half. The rhythm guitar track decided to get distorted, meaning that I had to record another to fill out the song.

I decided to leave the imperfections in, because I thought I'd try to replicate what a live recording might sound like. Live in the Studio isn't always an oxymoron. Still, the harmonies are strong.



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 on our way home.

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

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.