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