I like to take the backroads,
full of color,
while the highway
is a long grey snake.
I like to take the backroads
where cows graze
and tree canopies welcome me home.
I like to take the backroads
where I meet people
full of color too.
I like to take the backroads,
where we end up
wandering an old cemetery.'
I like to take the backroads
where we can eat Thai food
and buy a bag of German chocolate.
I like to take the backroads
where the bells
of churches and universities
chime.
I like to take the backroads
where we can get lost on a dirt path,
and see what's behind the highway.