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 the circle

If I walk by the trees, I'll catch the fallin' leaves

If the wind blows

But I know all this means is is whiling on the hours

Watchin' sideshows

And I feel like I'm on the outside

Of the circle

Will I turn my coat to rain? I don't know

But I'm goin' somewhere I can warm my bones

Fare thee well, carry me away and sing to 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 the circle