Saturday Afternoon The Sunshine Pours Like Winethrough Your Window
But I Know Golden June Can Turn An Empty Gray 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.