the circle
lyrics by minchella/fowler/harrison/craddock
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
i won‘t feel like i‘m on the outside of a circle