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
(repeat)

When they ask me
What are you looking at?
I always answer, nothing much, not much
I think they know I'm looking at them
I think they think I must be out of touch
But I'm walking in the outskirts
And in the fringes, on the edge and off the avenue
Oh and if you want me, you can find me
Left of center, wondering all about you

I think that somehow, somewhere inside of us
We must be similar, if not the same
So I continue to keep 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, 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 I'm looking at them
I think they think I must be out of touch

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.

[Thanks to mnmsfgirl@cs.com for lyrics]