Left Of Center

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