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Middle Of The Road

I can take the names that some may call me
I can take the insults that they hurl
All except the one thing that seems to really gall me
That I’m just white-lining my way through this world
They will try all things to derail you
Maybe I was unprepared
Cos if you view being normal as being a failure
Then they’ve called you the one name that you dread
The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But try as I might with what I have
I can’t reside in the middle of the road

So let them say that I’m some kind of weirdo
I can be a weirdo with some style
Complete with a strange set of rules that I adhere to
Better that than pretend to be satisfied
The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But I’m not content with the half and half
On either side of the middle of the road

So don’t you condemn the way I live
When you have a lame alternative
When you wake up having seen your life go by

The further you get from that well-trodden path
The more people look, and the more people laugh
But I shall escape the aftermath
Don’t wanna die in the middle of the road
I can’t reside in the middle of the road

Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2007 Den Miller