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