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(b5) 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, 
           B7                                       G? 
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(b5) 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face, 
         B7                                         G? 
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(b5) 
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, 
                                           G? 
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.