On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turn back time You go strolling through the crowd like Pete Dillard contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silver dress running like a watercolor in the rain Don't bother asking for an explanation 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 all in hers And you follow to 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 While she looks at you so coolly And her eyes shine like the moon and the sea She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat The year of the cat The year of the cat One 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 And the rhythm of the new born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're gonna stay in the year of the cat In the year of the cat In the year of the cat In the year of the cat