| 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 turning | 
| Running 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/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 you/I said? | 
| Lovers walk along a shore | 
| And leave their footprints in the sand | 
| Is/Was the sound of distant drumming | 
| Just the fingers of your hand? | 
| Pictures hanging in a hallway | 
| And/or 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 you 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 an ever-spinning reel | 
| As the images unwind | 
| Like the circles that you find | 
| In the windmills of your mind! |