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 gripIf 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 gripWhen 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 touchBut 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 youI 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 grainAnd 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 gripAnd 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 touchBut 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 youIf 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 youIf 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