Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a peble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock those hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you 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 it something that you said

Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong

When you knew what it was over you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair



Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel

As the images unwind like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind