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 spinning reel 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 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 the highway to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Of the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in the stream 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 the highway to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Of the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in the stream 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 foot-prints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in the 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 In the autumn of goodbyes For a moment you could not recall The color of his eyes Round like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down the mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of you mind