Thunderbirds
Barry Gray Lyrics

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Life is full of cycles within cycles, with one event leading to another in an endless loop.

Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
These cycles are continuous and never truly start or stop, but rather keep turning like a spinning reel.

Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
These cycles can gain momentum and grow larger, like a snowball rolling down a mountain or a balloon expanding at a carnival.

Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
These cycles can be captivating and dizzying, like a carousel turning rings around the moon.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
Time moves constantly and seems to slip away, with each minute ticking by like the sweep of the hands on a clock.

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
The world is constantly in motion, spinning through space in a quiet and constant manner.

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
All of these cycles and motions are like the circles that we see in the windmills of our minds, constantly turning and churning.

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Sometimes, these cycles lead us down paths that lead to more cycles, further and further down the tunnel.

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
These deep cycles can take us to dark and unknown places, where we may never see the light of day.

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Memories and dreams can be like doors that keep revolving, leading us back to the same cycles again and again.

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Even the smallest events can create ripples that spread out and create cycles in our lives.

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
The small everyday things in life can create their own cycles, with keys jingling in our pockets and words jangling in our heads.

Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Even larger cycles, like the passing of seasons, can seem to fly by before we realize it.

Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Romantic moments create their own cycles, with lovers leaving footprints in the sand that quickly disappear.

Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Sometimes, what we think are distant events are actually part of our own internal cycles, with the sound of distant drumming actually being the beat of our own heart.

Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Memories can be captured in pictures and songs, becoming their own cycles in our minds.

Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
These memories can become fragmented and difficult to place, creating their own cycles of confusion and uncertainty.

When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
Sometimes, these cycles come to an end, and this realization can make us aware of just how much has been lost in the process.

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Even the changing of the seasons can be a part of these cycles, with the autumn leaves mirroring the color of a loved one's hair.

As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
As these cycles continue to turn and unwind, they create the same circles we find in the windmills of our minds.

In the windmills of your mind!
All of these cycles and events create a complex web of motion and memory that lives on in our minds as the windmills that keep turning.