Year Of The Cat(In the style of Al Stewart|Demonstration Version - Includes Lead Singer)
On a morning from a Bogart movie
- On a morning from a Bogart movie
- In a country where they turn back time
- You go strolling through
- The crowd like Peter Lorre
- Contemplating a crime
- She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
- Like a watercolor 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
- Why she looks at you so coolly
- 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
- 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 drumbeat strains of the night remain
- You know sometime you're bound to leave her
- But for now you're going to stay
- In the year of the cat
- Year of the cat
Let's listen to my solo!
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