Year Of The Cat.kar

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time

You go strolling through the crowd
like Peter Lorre.
Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain

Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
in the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she's lockin' up your arm in hers

And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

And she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea

She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat.

Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone

And you've thrown away the choice
and lost your ticket

So you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain

In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her

But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat.