Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never endin' or beginnin'
On ever spinnin' reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turnin'
Runnin' rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin'
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirlin' 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 revolvin'
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin'
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirlin' 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 somethin' that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drummin'
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hangin' in a 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
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turnin'
To the colour of his hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never endin' or beginnin'
On an ever spinnin' reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind