Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel 
Never ending or 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 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! 

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 pebble someone tosses in a stream 
Like a clock whose 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 
When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said? 
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand 
Is the sound of distant [bad word] 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 that it was over you were 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!