(with Jim Messina)





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

You better believe it, goodbye