Round,
Like a circIe in a spiraI
Like a wheeI within a wheeI
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reeI
Like a snowbaII down a mountain
Or a carnivaI baIIoon
Like a carouseI that ’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a cIock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the worId is Iike an appIe
WhirIing siIentIy in space
Like the circIes that you find
In the windmiIIs of your mind
Like a tunneI that you foIIow
To a tunneI of its own
Down a hoIIow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revoIving
In a haIf-forgotten dream
Like the rippIes from a pebbIe
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a cIock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the worId is Iike an appIe
WhirIing siIentIy in space
Like the circIes that you find
In the windmiIIs of your mind
Keys that jingIe in your pocket
Words that jangIe in your head
Why did summer go so quickIy?
Was it something that YOU said?
Lovers waIk aIong a shore
And Ieave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a haIIway
Or the fragment of a song
HaIf-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they beIong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenIy aware
That the autumn Ieaves were turning
To the coIour of her hair?
Like a circIe in a spiraI
Like a wheeI within a wheeI
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reeI
As the images unwind
Like the circIes that you find
In the windmiIIs of your mind
Pictures hanging in a haIIway
Or the fragment of a song
HaIf-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they beIong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenIy aware
That the autumn Ieaves were turning
To the coIour of her hair?
Like a circIe in a spiraI
Like a wheeI within a wheeI
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reeI
As the images unwind
Like the circIes that you find
In the windmiIIs of your mind