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 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