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