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
Im 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
Im on the outside of a circle

Will I turn my coat to the rain
I dont know
But Im going somewhere
I can warm my bones

Fare you well
Ill carry me away
And sing to those I know
Upon their birthdays

I wont feel like like Im on the outside...
I wont feel like like Im on the outside...
I wont feel like like Im on the outside of a circle