Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on a never spinning reel
Like a snow ball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running ring saround the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of it face
And the world is like na apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of you rmind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun hás 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 of its face
And the world is like na 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
Why did summer go soquickly, was it something that I said
Lover swalk along a shore and leave their foot prints in thes and
Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hall way and the fragments of a song
Half-remembered name sand faces, buttow hom 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 a never spinnin greel
As the images um wind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind.