Karaoké Two of Us The Beatles

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

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

We're going home

Better believe it