if you want me, you can find me
left of center, oof of the stip
in the outskirts, in the fringes
in the corner, our of the grip

but when they ask
'what are you looking at?'
i always answe 'nothing much
not much,' i think they know that
i'm looking at then, i think
they think i must be out of touch
but i'm only on the outskirts
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 use, we must be similar
if not the same so i continue
to be watching you left of center
against the grey

if you want me, you can find me
left of center, off of the stip
in the outskirts, in the fringes
in the corner, our of the grip

but when they ask
'what are you looking at?'
i always answe 'nothing much
not much,' i think they know that
i'm looking at then, i think
they think i must be out of touch
but i'm only on the outskirts
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

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, wondering about you
wondering about you
wondering about you...

solitude

solitude stands by the window
she turns her head
as i walk in the room
i can see by her eyes she's been waiting
standing in the slant
of the late afternoon
with her hand extended
her palm is split
with a flower, with a flame

solitude stands in the doorway
i'm struck, once again,
by her black sillohette
by her long cool stare
and her silence
we suddenly remember
each time we've met
and she turns to me
with her hand extended
her palm is split
with a flower, with a flame

and she says, 'i've come to set
a twisted thing straight.'
amd she says, 'i've come to
lighten this dark part.'
she takes my wrist,
i feel her imprint of fear
and i said, 'i never thought
of finding you here.'
and i turn to the crowd
as they're watching
sitting all together
and the war i wanted
to be in there among them
i see how their eyes
are gathered into one
she turns to me with
her hand extended
her palm is split
with a flower, with a flame

and she says, 'i've come to set
a twisted thing straight.'
amd she says, 'i've come to
lighten this dark part.'
she takes my wrist,
i feel her imprint of fear
and i said, 'i never thought
of finding you here.'
solitude stands in the doorway
i'm struck, once again,
by her black sillohette
by her long cool stare
and her silence
we suddenly remember
each time we've met
and she turns to me
with her hand extended
her palm is split
with a flower, with a flame