Текст песни Beatles, The - Two Of Us
Beatles, The - Two Of Us слова песни
Two of us riding nowhereSpending 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 memoriesLonger than the road that stretches out ahead.Two of us sending postcardsWriting 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 raincoatsStanding 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.