The Windmills of Your Mind

Em                                B7
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

                                              Em
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel,

        E7                          Am7
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon

          D7                            GM7
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon,

       CM7                                     F#7-5
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

           B7                                       Gdim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,

                           B7                            Em
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.



Em                                             B7
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,

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

        E7                                             Am7
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,

         D7                          GM7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,

       CM7                                    F#m7-5
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

         B7                                         Gdim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,

                          B7                             Em
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.


Em                                           Am7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head;

         D7                           GM7
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said?

       G7                                 CM7
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand;

        F#7                                Bm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

           E7                           Am
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song,

        D7                               GM7
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?

          CM7                           F#m7-5
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware

          B7                                            Em
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair?

         B7
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

                                           Gdim
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel,

         Em                       B7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find

                          Em   Am   Em   B7    Em
In the windmills of your mind.