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