Year of the Cat (Single Version) [Live] (Single Version; Live)

Year of the Cat (Single Version; Live) - Al Stewart

On a morning from a Bogart movie

In a country where

They turn back time

You strolling through

The crowd like Peter Lorre

Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun

In a silk dress running

Like a watercolour in the rain

Don't bother asking for explanations

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 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

These days she says

I feel my life

Just like a river running through

The year of the cat

She looks

At you so cooly

And her eyes shine

Like the moon in the sea

She comes in incense and patchouli

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 drum-beat strains

Of the night remain

In the rhythm

Of the new-born day

You know sometime

You're bound to leave her

But for now you're

Going to stay

In the year of the cat