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 carousel that's turning   Running rings around the moon      Like a clock whose hands are sweeping   Past the minutes of 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 in your head   Why did summer go so quickly?   Was it something that you said?      Lovers walk along the shore and   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 circles that you find   In the windmills of your mind