Exit for the Coast

I know exactly how I'd look, standing there and smiling.
Left turn leads to the party hall,
Right turn leads to the open sea,
I can't pick which one I'm supposed to want,
So I just keep my hands on the wheel and breathe.
Say the word that the highway choose,
Or I walk in smiling and I lose.
Past the last gas station, the sign says 12 more miles,