Like a circle in a spiral
or a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
Like a s*****ll on ountain
or a carnival balloon
or a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in s***e
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel on 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
And the world whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in s***e
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 so quickly?
Was it somthing that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore line,
leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers on your hand?
Pictures hanging in a 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
in the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
the color of his eyes!
Like a circle in a spiral
or 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
or a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
Like a s*****ll on ountain
or a carnival balloon
or a carousel that's turning
running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in s***e
Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel on 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
And the world whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in s***e
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 so quickly?
Was it somthing that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore line,
leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers on your hand?
Pictures hanging in a 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
in the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment you could not recall
the color of his eyes!
Like a circle in a spiral
or 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