Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheelie in a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running wheels around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple, running silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windows of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its own
Down a hallway to a cabin where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a penny 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, running silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windows of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quick? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers on your hand?
Pictures hanging in the hall, and the formant of a song
I've 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 would turn 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 wheel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windows of your mind
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