If you want me

You can find me

Left of center

Off of the strip

In the outskirts

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

If you want me

You can find me

Left of center

Off of the strip

In the outskirts

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

Wondering about you