Like a door that keeps revolving
Like a carousel that's turnin'
Words that jangle in your head
On an ever spinning reel
Like a tunnel that you follow
That the autumn leaves were turning
Like the circles that you find
Like the circles that you find
Pictures hangin' in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Past the minutes of its face
Or the ripples from a pebble
On an ever spinning reel
Past the minutes of its face
Like a snowball down a mountain
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin'
Never ending or beginning
You were suddenly aware
Like a circle in a spiral
But to whom do they belong?
And leave their footprints in the sand
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin'
In the windmills of your mind
Running rings around the moon
In a half forgotten dream
Like the circles that you find
Someone tosses in a stream
And the world is like an apple
Just the fingers of your hand?
Lovers walk along a shore
Why did summer go so quickly?
When you knew that it was over
To the color of his hair
In the windmills of your mind
Down a hollow to a cavern
Or a carnival balloon
To a tunnel of its own
Whirling silently in space
Keys that jingle in your pocket
As the images unwind
Never ending or beginning
Half remembered names and faces
And the world is like an apple
Where the sun has never shone
Was it something that you said?
Whirling silently in space
Is the sound of distant drumming
Like a wheel within a wheel
