

eight kids staring out into the gray
The asphalt stretches far and fades away
The maps are folded but the secret remains
Through misty windows and the steady summer rains
We watch the mile markers count on down
Searching the horizon for the next small town
Are we there yet?
(are we there yet?)
What is the final destination's code?
Are we there yet?
(are we there yet?) Or are we lost forever on this winding
road?
The driver keeps her eyes ahead in silent style
Refusing to reveal the remaining miles
We whisper plans in row sixteen and seventeen
The strangest mission this class has ever seen
Are we there yet?
(are we there yet?)
What is the final destination's code?
Are we there yet?
(are we there yet?) Or are we lost forever on this winding
road?
Give us the ETA,
the hour and the minute
Our patience has a limit
Is it just over this hill?
Or are we standing still?
Are we there yet?
Tell us the secret...
Are we there... yet? (shhh)