Windmills of Your Mind (Live in Tehran, 1998)

Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending on beginning
On an ever-spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock, hands that are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And 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 that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down the hollow to a cavern
That the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock, hands that are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Taste the jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was there something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
Leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Is just hanging in a hallway
On the fragment of a 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 are turning
To the colour of her hair?
Taste the jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was there something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
Leave their footprints on the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Is just hanging in a hallway
On the fragment of a 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 are turning
To the colour of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning wheel
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind