Laibach

Two of us riding nowhere

Spending someone's

Hard earned pay

Two of us 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 so low

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



(Repeat bridge & last verse