And when they ask me, "What are you looking at?"
And if you want me you can find me
Left of center wondering about you
We must be similar if not the same
In the outskirts and in the fringes
But I'm only in the outskirts and in the fringes
On the edge and off the avenue
I think they think I must be out of touch
And if you want me you can find me
Left of center off of the strip
In the corner out of the grip
But I'm only in the outskirts and in the fringes
I think they know that, I'm looking at them
I think they know that, I'm looking at them
Left of center wondering about you
Left of center against the grain
Left of center wondering about you
If you want me you can find me
I think that somehow, somewhere inside of us
In the corner out of the grip
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 off of the strip
Wondering about you, wondering about you
So I continue to be wanting you
In the outskirts and in the fringes
In the corner out of the grip
Left of center wondering about you
When they ask me, "What are you looking at?"
If you want me you can find me
I always answer, "Nothing much, not much"
On the edge and off the avenue
I always answer, "Nothing much, not much"
In the outskirts and in the fringes
Left of center wondering about you
If you want me you can find me
And if you want me you can find me
I think they think I must be out of touch
