The Windmills of Your Mind Dusty Springfield
[Em]Like a circle in a spiral, like a [B7]wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning [Em]reel,
Like a s[E7]nowball down a mountain or a[Am7] carnival balloon
Like a car[D7]ousel that's turning running r[GM7]ings around the moon,
Like a [CM7]clock whose hands are sweeping past the [F#7-5]minutes of its face,
And the wor[B7]ld is like an apple whirling silently in [Gdim]space,
Like the circles that you f[B7]ind in the windmills of your m[Em]ind.
[Em]Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it[B7]s own,
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never sh[Em]one,
Like a d[E7]oor that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dr[Am7]eam,
Or the ri[D7]pples from a pebble someone [GM7]tosses in a stream,
Like a [CM7]clock whose hands are sweeping past the[F#m7-5] minutes of its face,
And the w[B7]orld is like an apple whirling silently in [Gdim]space,
Like the circles that you [B7]find in the windmills of your m[Em]ind.
[Em]Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that j[Am7]angle in your head;
Why did s[D7]ummer go so quickly? Was it s[GM7]omething that I said?
Lovers [G7]walk along a shore and leave their [CM7]footprints in the sand;
Is the s[F#7]ound of distant drumming just the f[Bm]ingers of your hand?
Pictures ha[E7]nging in a hallway and the fr[Am]agments of a song,
Half-rem[D7]embered names and faces, but to w[GM7]hom do they belong?
When you k[CM7]new that it was over, were you[F#m7-5] suddenly aware
That the a[B7]utumn leaves were turning to the color of her [Em]hair?
Like a ci[B7]rcle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinni[Gdim]ng reel,
As the im[Em]ages unwind, like the cir[B7]cles that you find
In the windmills of your m[Em]ind.[Am] [Em] [B7] [Em]