Lyrics

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 colorful balloon Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands 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 Where the sun has never shown Like a tool that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream All the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands 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 Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head What if summer goes so quickly Was it something that you said Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in the hallway and the fragments 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 turning to the color of her hair A circle in a spiral A wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning In an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind In the windmills of your mind