WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE AND BRANDON BOLIN
Sitting in the back seat, Roy on the radio
Antique roadtrip, 120 miles to go
Quanah Texas Panhandle Saturday night
Motel 6 parking lot, they left on the light
You’re twelve years old, all summer long
In a car with your parents, singing old songs
Windows barely cracked, daddy’s cigarette burning
You’re reading paperbacks in a used Suburban
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
All summer long
Blue lit swimming pool, end of the day
Pretty girl with her folks looking your way
Game room with Pac Man, Donkey Kong too
Pocket full of quarters and Big League Chew
Big green sign says it’s still a long way
100 miles from Dallas at the end of the day
Passed up the Dairy Queen twenty miles ago
It was on the wrong side so your Daddy said no
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
All summer long
Thirty years later down the same old roads
It’s crazy how fast these kids have grown
Now you’re the driver, you don’t cut ’em any slack
You’re trying to do it over while they’re yelling from the back
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
All summer long
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
All summer long
© 2022 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
