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