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 sideshows

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 to those I know
Upon their birthdays

And I won?t feel like I?m on the outside
Of a circle