The Circle

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