Year of the Cat

Intro : (x3)    On a morning from a Bogart movie  In a country where they turned 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 water color in the rain.  Don’t bother asking for explanations.  She’ll just tell you that she came  In the Year of the Cat. (x3)    She doesn’t give you time for questions  As she locks up you 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." (x3)    Well she looks at you so cooly  and her eyes shine like the moon  in the sea.  She comes in incense and pathchouli  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.