I always choose the service road
If I have time to spare
I get more life that’s picturesque
And skip the speed and tear

I don’t mind the stop sign or two
The traffic light that slows
I’d rather see what I pass through
Than feel the road rage blows

The country diner, sketchy spot
The thrift shop that I’d love
Lest I’d be flying 65
Switching lanes, and push and shove

The road less traveled, service lane
Slow down, less stress, less worry
Unless you find the Bates motel
And end in taxidermy