Left of Center
If you want me,You can find meLeft of centerOff 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 thatI'm looking at them,I think they thinkI must be out of touch
But I'm onlyIn the outskirts,And in the fringes,On the edge,And off the avenue.And if you want me,You can find meLeft of centerWondering about you.
I think that somehowSomewhere inside of usWe must be similarIf not the same.So I continueTo be wanting youLeft of centerAgainst the grain.
If you want me,You can find meLeft of centerOff 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 thatI'm looking at them,I think they thinkI must be out of touch.
But I'm onlyIn the outskirts,And in the fringes,On the edge,And off the avenue.And if you want me,You can find meLeft of center,Wondering about you,Wondering about you...