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 a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock hands that are sweeping past the minutes of 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 that the sun has never shown
Like a door that keeps evolving in a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock hands that are sweeping past the minutes of 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
Tears that jingle in your pocket, was it jangle in your head?
Why did summer go so quickly, was that something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
It's just hanging in a hallway on a 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 are turning to the color of your hair
Tears that jingle in your pocket, was it jangle in your head?
Why did summer go so quickly, was that something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
It's just hanging in a hallway on a 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 are turning to the color of your hair
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
