Year of the Cat(Live) - Al Stewart&The Empty Pockets

[07:07.0]On a morning from a Bogart movie
[07:07.0]In a country where they turn back time
[07:07.0]You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
[07:07.0]Contemplating a crime
[07:07.0]She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
[07:07.0]Like a watercolour in the rain
[07:07.0]Don't bother asking for explanations
[07:07.0]She'll just tell you that she came
[07:07.0]In the year of the cat
[07:07.0]She doesn't give you time for questions
[07:07.0]As she locks up your arm in hers
[07:07.0]And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
[07:07.0]Completely disappears
[07:07.0]By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
[07:07.0]There's a hidden door she leads you to
[07:07.0]These days, she says, I feel my life
[07:07.0]Just like a river running through
[07:07.0]The year of the cat
[07:07.0]Well, she looks at you so cooly
[07:07.0]And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
[07:07.0]She comes in incense and patchouli
[07:07.0]So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
[07:07.0]The year of the cat
[07:07.0]Well, morning comes and you're still with her
[07:07.0]And the bus and the tourists are gone
[07:07.0]And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
[07:07.0]So you have to stay on
[07:07.0]But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
[07:07.0]In the rhythm of the new-born day
[07:07.0]You know sometime you're bound to leave her
[07:07.0]But for now you're going to stay
[07:07.0]In the year of the cat