Lyrics
Are we there yet? Will we ever be?
Baby, there’s no destination except for destiny
Semi sunset, the rigs are dreaming
You can smell the grease and the cinnamon
You can hear the kiddies screaming
Sleeping in you arms in the black of the
Bus No 9 to 5 to stay alive, just the brand
And us rise like a vampire, sing to
the moon and at semi-sunset and we’ll be playing soon.
Indian gambling, fireworks and souvenirs
We’re racing cross these _______ scars left by the trail of tears.
Upon a time, this war a dark and bloody ground
Now there’s a marker every thirty miles next to a plastic clown.
Truck drivers limping in with cowboy eyes
tribes of children screaming in
their own war cry
Mum and dad holding each other
In the starbuck’s queue.
And at semi-sunset I’ll be holding
Onto you
Nothing changes and nothing stays the same
The only things that last are the native names.
Fed and watered America, land of hope and fear.
We did good tonight, let’s bed and down
We’ll count the cash in the morning
And drive to the next town.
I wake up early and I watch you sleep
You can take a picture, baby, it’s the
Memories I’ll keep.
We’re just _______ and it feels just right
At semi-sunset it’s gonna be our night
Halley Devestern
Blue Pie Publishing USA