Two Of Us - 1969 Glyn Johns Mix

Two of us going 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 havе memories Longer than thе 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 Going home Goodbye And so we leave the little town of London, England