On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Lorre Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor in the rain Don't asking for explanations She'll just tell you she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow till your sense which direction Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads to These days, she says, \"I feel my life Just like a river running through\"
The year of the cat
Why she looks at so coolly? And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense 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 gone And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay