Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine
Through your 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
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 carry me away
And sing for those I know upon their birthdays
I won't feel like
I'm on the outside
I won't feel like
I'm on the outside
I won't feel like
I'm on the outside
Of a circle