RoundLike a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountainOr a carnival balloonLike a carousel that's turningRunning rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you followTo a tunnel of it's ownDown a hollow to a cavernWhere the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolvingIn a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebbleSomeone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweepingPast the minutes of it's faceAnd the world is like an appleWhirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocketWords that jangle in your headWhy did summer go so quickly?Was it something that you said?Lovers walk along a shoreAnd leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drummingJust the fingers of your hand?Pictures hanging in a hallwayAnd the fragment of this songHalf-remembered names and facesBut to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was overYou were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turningTo the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiralLike a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginningOn an ever spinning reel
As the images unwindLike the circles that you findIn the windmills of your mind