The Windmills of Your Mind

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinnin' reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turnin', runnin' rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin' past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple, whirlin' 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 its own
Down a hollow to a cavern, where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolvin' in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweepin' past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple, whirlin' 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 it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drummin' just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hangin' 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 turnin' to the colour of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinnin' reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind