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