Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel
within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning
wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the
minutes on it's face And the world is like an apple Whirling
silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills
of your mind
Like a
tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of it's own Down a hollow to a
cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps
revolving In a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose
hands are sweeping Past the minutes on it's face And the world is
like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you
find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in
your pocket Words that jangle your head Why did summer go so
quickly Was it something that I said Lovers walking allong the
shore, Leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant
drumming Just the fingers of your
hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment
of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they
belong When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral Like a
wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever
spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a
hallway And the fragment of this song Half remembered names and
faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To
the color of her hair Like a circle in a spiral Like a
wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning, On an ever
spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
