BERGMAN, Alan & Marilyn
    
      
    
      
    
      
    The windmills of your mind
    
      
    
      
    Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
    
      
    Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel
    
      
    Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
    
      
    Like a carousel that's 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 spinning 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
    
      
    Like 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 spinning 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 a 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 the 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 her 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
    
      
    
      
    
      
    The way we were
    
      
    
      
    Memories light the corners of my mind
    
      
    Misty water-colored mem'ries of the way we were
    
      
    
      
    Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
    
      
    Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were
    
      
    
      
    Can it be that it was all so simple then
    
      
    Or has time rewritten every line
    
      
    If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we, could we
    
      
    
      
    Memories may be beautiful and yet
    
      
    What's too painful to remember
    
      
    We simply choose to forget
    
      
    
      
    So it's the laughter we will remember
    
      
    Whenever we remember the way we were
    
      
    
      
    The way we were