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 sideshows



And I feel like I’m on the outside

Of a 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

Of a circle