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 whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning 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 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 tingled in your pocket
Words that jangled your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walking along the shore leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers in 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
You were 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 reel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find in the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway or the 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 reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
