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