Windmills of Your Mind - Live in Tehran, 1998

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning wheel
Like a snowball down on a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock hands that are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world like is 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 It's own
Down a hollow to a cavern that the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock hands that are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world like is an apple whirling 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 that something that you said?
Lovers walk around the shore, leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
It just hanging in a hallway and 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 suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly? Wasn't it something that you said?
Lovers walk around the shore, leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
It just hanging in a hallway and 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 suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning wheel
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind