The Windmills Of Your Mind

(album: The Music Never Ends - 1997)

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning in an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's spinning running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
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 you discover has a tunnel of its own
From 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...

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 footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in the hallway and the fragment of this 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

When you knew that it was over, in the autumn of goodbyes
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