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 of 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 ....
Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly ? Was it something that you said ? Lovers walk along a shore And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand ? Pictures hanging in a hallway And the fragment of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong ?
He: when you knew That it was over You were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color Of her hair !
She: when you knew That it was over In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment You could not recall the color Of his eyes !
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 !