The Circle

Saturday afternoon

The sunshine pours like wine

Through the windowAnd I know golden June

Can turn an empty gray

Against your windowAnd I feel like I'm on the outside

Of the circleIf I walk by the trees

I'll catch the falling leaves

If the wind blowsBut I know all this means is

Whiling on the hours

Watching sideshowsAnd I feel like I'm on the outside

Of the circleWill I turn my coat to the rain

I don't know

But I'm going somewhere I can warm my bonesFare you well I'll carry me away

And sing to those I know

Upon their birthdaysAnd 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