Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through your window....
But I know golden June can turn an empty grey against your window....
And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle....
If I walk by the trees I'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows....
But I know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows....
And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle....
Will I turn my coat to the rain I don't know....
But I'm going somewhere I can warm my bones....
Fare you well I'll carry me away ....
and sing for those I know upon their birthdays....
I wont feel like I'm on the outside of a circle....