Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat |
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Year Of The Cat
Al Stewart On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running Contemplating a crime Like a watercolour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came She doesn't give you time for questions In the year of the cat 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 Just like a river running through These days, she says, I feel my life The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so cooly The year of the cat 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 Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket So you have to stay on But the drumIn the rhythm of the newBut for now you're going to stay You know sometime you're bound to leave her In the year of the cat |
