But I know golden june can turn an empty grey against your window
And I feel like Im on the outside of a circle-
If I walk by the trees Ill 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 dont know
But Im going somewhere I can warm my bones
Fare you well Ill carry me away
And sing for those I know upon their birthdays.