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