The Circle

Saturday afternoon

The sunshine pours like wine

Through the window

And I know golden June

Can turn an empty gray

Against your window

And I feel like I'm on the outside

Of the 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 the 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

I wont feel like I'm on the outside

I wont feel like I'm on the outside

Of the circle