Pictures hanging in a hallway

  And the fragment of this 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 wheel

      As the images unwind

    Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind