Connie Evingson - Windmills of Your Mind Lyrics
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning on an ever spinning reelLike a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloonLike a carousel that's turning running rings around the moonLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its ownDown a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shoneLike a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dreamOr the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a streamLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its faceAnd the world is like an apple whirling silently in spaceLike the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your headWhen did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sandIs the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a songHalf remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?When you knew that it was over you were suddenly awareThat the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning on an ever spinning reelAs the images unwind, like the circles that you find inThe windmills of your mind!Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your headWhen did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sandIs the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a songHalf remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?When you knew that it was over in the autumn of good-byesFor a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes!Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheelNever ending or beginning on an ever spinning reelAs the images unwind, like the circles that you find inThe windmills of your mind!
