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