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                            G7M 
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon 
       C7M                                     F#5-/7 
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                          G7M 
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream 
       C7M                                    F#m5-/7 
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                           G7M 
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that I said 
       G7                                 C7M 
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                               G7M 
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong 
          C7M                           F#m5-/7 
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