Year Of The Cat

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 locks up your arm in hers
 And you follow 'til 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"
 While she looks at you so coolly
 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 your 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 gonna stay
 In the year of the cat
 Mm, year of the cat