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 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.

The Windmills Of Your Mind
Dusty Springfield (1968), Dusty in Memphis

The next day in the pulpit.
With freedom and ease.
Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease.
As Rose counts the money in the canister.
As natural as rain.
He dances again and again and again.

Vicar In A Tutu
The Smiths (1986), The Queen Is Dead

Even if it’s all over, don’t ever say it was all in vain.
And don’t tell me everything we believe in has been washed away.
Because something still remains.
I known it still remains, because I’m still the same.
And there ain’t nothing gonna change my mind.
Because I’ve spent my whole life just trying to find.
Something I know I need but can’t define.
Everything I ever wanted is here baby.
It’s still alive inside of me.
It never died inside of me.

Inside of Me
Little Steven and the Disciples of Soul (1982), Men Without Women

Nobody does it better.
Makes me feel sad for the rest.
Nobody does it half as good as you.
Baby, you’re the best.

I wasn’t looking but somehow you found me.
It tried to hide from your love light.
But like Heaven above me.
The spy who loved me.
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight.

Nobody Does It Better
Carly Simon (1977), The Very Best of Carly Simon