(alexander/naydock)
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dreamed a misfit came a calling days at a time
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a malcontent from the look alike ball and she was mine
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she said, "take all preconceptions, tie 'em if you have to with a bow
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leave 'em proud and prominent in the middle of the busiest road"
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a stripper picked me up one night down at the "hideaway jewel"
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she just wanted breakfast talk, she was working her way through school
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talked about her boyfriend and her second full semester overload
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she said, "some days I feel like I've been thrown in to the middle of the busiest road"
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and I'm riding, only riding
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a wreck out on the interstate and I got out to look
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flares, blood and cassette tapes, broken glass by a trivia book
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trooper said she never felt a thing as far as real trauma goes
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two strangers hold a requiem in the middle of the busiest road
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and I'm riding, only riding, yeah I'm riding
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I'm gonna start a talk show on a local am station
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one in danger of going dark and I'll pay 'em compensation
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five thousand watts of power freeing tales of happenstance untold
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eventually I'll be toll free to the dwellers of the busiest road
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and I'm riding, only riding, yeah I'm riding, only riding
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Middle of the busiest road
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| The Badlees |
