Saturday Afternoon
The sunshine pours like wine
Through your window
But 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
But I know all this means is
Whiling on the hours
Watching sideshows
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
And I won't feel like I'm on the outside
Of a circle
