알 스튜어트
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
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
Why 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 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
Year of the cat