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 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 about you

If you want me you can find me

Left of center wondering about you

Wondering about you, wondering about you