Al Stewart - 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 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 going to stay


In the year of the cat