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
 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