آسیاب‌های بادیِ ذهن تو (اجرای زنده در تهران، ۱۹۹۸)

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

Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning wheel

Like a snowball down on a mountain or a carnival balloon

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

Like a clock hands that are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world like is 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 It's own

Down a hollow to a cavern that 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 hands that are sweeping past the minutes of its face

And the world like is 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 that something that you said?

Lovers walk around the shore, leave their footprints on the sand

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

It just hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

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

When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly? Wasn't it something that you said?

Lovers walk around the shore, leave their footprints on the sand

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

It just hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song

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

When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of your hair

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

Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning wheel

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind