dianne reeves
the windmills of your mind
Round like the circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel  Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel thats turning Running rings around the moon  Like a clock whose hands 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 a hollow to a cavern  Where the sun has never shone  Like a door that keeps revolving  In a half-forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream  Like a clock whose hands 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  Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said?  Lovers walk along the shore And leave their footprints in the sand  Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand?  Pictures hanging in a hallway Or a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong?  When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of his hair?  Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said?  Lovers walk along the shore And leave their footprints in the sand  Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand?  Pictures hanging in a hallway Or a fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong?  When you knew that it was over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of his hair?  Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel  As the images unwind  Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind