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.
Or 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 spinning 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,
They leave their footprints in the sand.
Was the sound of distant drumming,
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway,
Or the fragments 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 turning,
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-spinning reel.
As the images unwind,
Like the circles that you find,
In the windmills of your mind.
Your mind,
Your mind!

GNW SONGS