Outside Of A Circle

Saturday afternoon

The sunshine pours like wine

Through your window

But I know that golden June can turn an empty grey

'Gainst your window

And I feel like

I'm on the outside of a circle



And if I walk by the trees

I catch the falling leaves

If the wind blows

But I know that 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 to those I know

Upon their birthdays



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

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

I won't feel like like I'm on the outside of a circle