Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel 
Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel 
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon 
Like a carousel that's [bad word] rings around the moon 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face 
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space 
Like the circles that you find 
In the windmills of your mind 

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 
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face 
And the world is like an apple spinning 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 I said? 
Lovers walk along a shore 
And leave their footprints in the sand 
Was the sound of distant [bad word] 
Just the fingers of your hand? 
Pictures hanging in a hallway 
Or the fragment of a song 
Half-remembered names and faces 
But to whom do they belong? 
When you knew that it was over 
Were you suddenly aware 
That the autumn leaves were turning 
To the color of her hair? 

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