Dusty Springfield – Windmills Of Your Mind (Guitar)

 Am                                                     Bm7b5
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

                  E                             Am
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel.

                        A7                         Dm
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon.

                        G7                               Cmaj7
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.

                             Fmaj7                            Bm7b5
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

                         E                          F#dim7
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,

                          E7b9                  E7       Am
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.

Am                                              Bm7b5
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,

                    E7                             Am
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone.

                          A7                          Dm
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream,

                      G7                         Cmaj7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.

                               Fmaj7                            Bm7b5
Like the clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

                         E              E7b9        F#dim7
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space,

                          E7b9                  E7      Am
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.

Am                                                         Dm7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head.

                      G7                                Cmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?

        C               C                    C7                F
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand!

                         B7                                Em
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

                       A7                           Dm
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song,

                           G7                          Cmaj7
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?

                          Fmaj7                  Bm7
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware,

                            E       E7b9         E7      Am
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair!

Am                                               Bm7b5
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

                  E        E7    E7b9         F#dim7
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel.

               E7b9                              E7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find,

           E7b9     E7    Am
In the windmills of your mind