Left Of Center

                                      
                               If you want me
                              You can find me
                               Left of center
                              Off 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 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
                                      
                               If you want me
                              You can find me
                               Left of center
                              Off 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 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
                            Wondering about you
				
				--Left Of Center
				--Suzanne Vega