Like the circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever spinning reel

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 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 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 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 I said

Lovers walk along the shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

Or a fragment of a 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 his hair

Keys that jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly

Was it something that I said

Lovers walk along the shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

Or 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

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever spinning reel

As the images unwind

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind