The Windmills of Your Mind

Round

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On ever-spinning wheel

Like a snowball down the 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 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

Like the tunnel that you follow

To a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cavern

Where the sun has never shown

Like a door that keeps revolving

And a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from the 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 dangle in your head

Why the summer goes 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 hallway

And the fragments of a song

Half-remembered and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

You were certainly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of her hair