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 carnaval
balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
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
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 your head
Why did summer go
so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their
footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your
hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this 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 her hair
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 circle that you find
In the windmills of
your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of th
