Lyrics

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