Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own

Down a hallow to a cavern where the sun has never shown

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgetton dream

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past minutes of his face

And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space



Like the circles you'll 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 is something that you said

Lovers walk along a shore

Leaving footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant trouble

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And the fragment of a soul

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong

When you knew and it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of his hair



Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On a ever spinning reel

As the images unwind

Like the circles you'll find

In the windmills of your mind