Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down the mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moonLike a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down the highway to a cavern
Where the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Of the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the streamLike a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down the highway to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Of the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in the streamKeys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you saidLovers walk along the shore
And leave their foot-prints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your handPictures hanging in the hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belongWhen you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
The color of his eyesRound like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down the mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moonAs the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of you mind
