On an ever spinning reel
Past the minutes on its face
Lovers walk along the shore
In the windmills of your mind
When you knew that it was over
To the color of his hair?
Half-remembered names and faces
Why did summer go so quickly?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the ripples from a pebble
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Keys that jingle in your pocket
But to whom do they belong?
Was the sound of distant drumming
Like a circle in a spiral
Words that jangle in your head
Or a fragment of a song
Running rings around the moon
In the windmills of your mind
Just the fingers of your hand?
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Were you suddenly aware
Down a hollow to a cavern
For a moment you could not recall
Like a door that keeps revolving
Like a tunnel that you follow
Like the circles that you find
The color of his eyes?
Like a carousel that's turning
Whirling silently in space
Never ending or beginning
Like a snowball down a mountain
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the fragment of a song
Just the fingers of your hand?
When you knew that it was over
Was it something that I said?
Someone tosses in a stream
On an ever-spinning reel
Like the circles that you find
Was the sound of distant drumming
Half-remembered names and faces
Like a wheel within a wheel
Like the circles that you find
And leave their footprints in the sand
And the world is like an apple
That the autumn leaves were turning
As the images unwind
In the autumn of goodbyes
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
To a tunnel of its own
Past the minutes on its face
Where the sun has never shone
Was it something that I said?
Words that jangle in your head
And leave their footprints in the sand
And the world is like an apple
Or a carnival balloon
Lovers walk along the shore
Pictures hanging in a hallway
But to whom do they belong?
Why did summer go so quickly?
Whirling silently in space
Never ending or beginning
