Round like a circle in a spiral   Like a wheel within a wheel   Never ending or beginning   On an ever spinning reel      Like a snowball down the 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 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 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 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      Like 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 stream      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 foot-prints in the sand   Is the sound of distant drumming   Just the fingers of your hand      Pictures hanging in the hallway   And the 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      Round like a circle in a spiral   Like a wheel within a wheel   Never ending or beginning   On an ever spinning reel      Like a snowball down the mountain   Or a carnival balloon   Like a carousel that's turning   Running rings around the moon      As the images unwind   Like the circles that you find   In the windmills of you mind