On a morning from a Bogart movie br In a country where they turn back time br You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre br Contemplating a crime br She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running br Like a watercolour in the rain br Don't bother asking for explanations br She'll just tell you that she came br In the year of the cat br br She doesn't give you time for questions br As she locks up your arm in hers br And you follow till your sense of which direction br Completely disappears br By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls br There's a hidden door she leads you to br These days, she says, I feel my life br Just like a river running through br The year of the cat br br [Instrumental Interlude] br br Well morning comes and you're still with her br And the bus and the tourists are gone br And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket br So you have to stay on br But the drum-beat strains of the night remain br In the rhythm of the new-born day br You know sometime you're bound to leave her br But for now you're going to stay br In the year of the cat