Slowly we climb up the hill, green and tall
Passing great pastures and cows big and small
It's pretty and charming and natural, too
But on top of those hills is the catch twenty two
No service, no service, my screen blares at me
Cell service replaced by the thousands of trees
The wifi is slow, the bandwidth so lacking
Sometimes I just want to get up and go packing
Forced into a world where my texts don't go through,
The words "not delivered" aren't anything new
I try and I try to use slow internet
But the minutes go by, it won't let me forget!