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 carnival balloon

Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon


Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its 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 its 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 its 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 in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said

Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And a fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong

When you knew that it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment

You could not recall the color of his eyes

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