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                              Gmaj7 
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
                               Cmaj7                          Am6 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
                          B7                          Bbdim
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                       Gmaj7 
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
                               Cmaj7                           Am6 
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
                            B7                      Bbdim 
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                             G 
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said?
                        G7                                 C 
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                        Gmaj7 
Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
                         Cmaj7                      Am6 
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?
                     Em                           B7
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                                               Em 
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
               Bbdim                      B7 
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
                          Em   Am   Em   B7    Em 
In the windmills of your mind