Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through the window

And 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

And 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 but I don't know

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

And I feel like I'm on the outside

I won't feel like I'm on the outside