THE CIRCLE

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 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 for those I know upon their birthdays And I won't feel like i'm on the outside And I won't feel like i'm on the outside And I won't feel like i'm on the outside of a circle