Year Of The Cat - Ligabue

On a morning from a Bogart movie 
in a country where they turned 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 water color 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 you arm in hers. 
And you follow 'til 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." 
Well she looks at you so cooly 
and her eyes shine like the moon 
in the sea. 
She comes in incense and pathchouli 
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 in the rhythm of the newborn day. 
You know sometime you're bound to leave her 
but for now you're gonna stay 
in the Year of the Cat