Circles Within Circles
       (C) 1995 N.Thomas / C.Stipetic

       Can you sense the air grow colder?
       Can you feel the nights grow long?
       Can you sense the Earth in gentle motion?
       And do you feel you don't belong?

           Circles within circles
           Wheels are turning wheels, turning, turning
           Longing for the summer
           Remember winter tumbles
           Slowly melting into spring

       Does it all seem so much different?
       Or was it something that he said?
       Somehow nothing seems to quieten down
       All those voices in your head

       Every road you've taken
       Leads you back to here
       And every thought mistaken
       Somehow becomes clear