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

watercolour 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 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

Well 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

your choice

and lost your ticket

so you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains

of the night remain

in the rhythm of the

new-born day

You know sometime

you're bound

to leave her

but for now

you're gonna stay

In the year of the cat

Mmm year of the cat