Swing Out Sister 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 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
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 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
When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that
you said?
Lovers walking along a 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 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 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!
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in
your head
When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that
you said?
Lovers walking along a 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 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 good-
byes
For a moment you could not recall the color of his
eyes!
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!
