The Windmills of Your Mind

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face

And the world is like 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 its own

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world is like 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 it something that you said?

Lovers walk along the shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hall

And the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

Were you suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind, like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind