On a 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 the sun in a silk dress running Like a watercolor in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell that 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 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 \"I feel my life Just like a river through\"
The year of the cat
Why she looks at you so coolly? And her eyes shine like the moon in 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 gone And you've thrown away your choice and your ticket So you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay