Left of Center

If you want me You can find me Left of center, off of the strip In the outskirts And in the fringes In the corner, out of the grip If you want me You can find me Left of center, off of the strip In the outskirts And in the fringes In the corner, out of the grip When they ask me, "What are you looking at?" I always answer, "Nothing much" (not much) I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only in the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge and, off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering about you I think that somehow, somewhere inside of us We must be similar, if not the same So I continue To be wanting you Left of center, against the grain And if you want me You can find me Left of center, off of the strip In the outskirts And in the fringes In the corner, out of the grip And when they ask me, "What are you looking at?" I always answer, "Nothing much" (not much) I think they know that, I'm looking at them I think they think I must be, out of touch But I'm only in the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge and Off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering about you Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering If you want me You can find me Left of center, wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you