The Circle Lyrics

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

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.