Em -                                                    B7
Round, 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                             
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, 
                        Am6
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

                                                  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
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping,
                        Am6
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

                                                           Am7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
                     D7                                 Gmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
                      G7
Lovers walk along the shore,
                                  Cmaj7
and leave their footprints in the sand
                        F#7
Is the sound of distant drumming
                         Bm
just the fingers of your hand?
                      E7                             Am
Pictures hanging in a hallway, and the fragment 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, you were suddenly aware
                            B7                            Em
That the autumn leaves were turning, to the colour of her hair

                                       B7
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel
                                               Bbdim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel
                Em                              B7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
                         Em
in the windmills of your mind