Tom: C5 Intro: C5 D5 E5 3x A5 D5 C5 B5 E5 On a morning from a Bogart movie C5 B5 E5 in a country where they turned back time C5 B5 E5 you go strolling through the crowd like A5 D5 Peter Lorre contemplating a crime. C5 B5 E5 She comes out of the sun in a silk dress B5 C5 running like a water color in the rain. B5 E5 Don't bother asking for explanations. A5 D5 She'll just tell you that she came in the Year of the Cat. INSTRUMENTAL (INTRO) C5 B5 E5 She doesn't give you time for questions C5 B5 E5 as she locks up you arm in hers. C5 B5 E5 And you follow 'til your sense of A5 D5 which direction completely disappears. C5 B5 E5 By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls B5 C5 there's a hidden door she leads you to. B5 E5 "These days," she says, "I feel my life just A5 D5 like a river running through the Year of the Cat." INSTRUMENTAL (INTRO) B5 C5 Well she looks at you so cooly G5 D5 and her eyes shine like the moon in the sea. B5 C5 She comes in incense and pathchouli G5 F5 so you take her to find what's C5 D5 waiting inside the Year of the Cat. INSTRUMENTAL C5 B5 E5 Well morning comes and you're still with her C5 B5 E5 and the bus and the tourists are gone. C5 B5 E5 And you've thrown away your choice and A5 D5 lost your ticket so you have to stay on. C5 B5 E5 But the drumbeat strains of the night B5 C5 remain in the rhythm of the newborn day. B5 E5 You know sometime you're bound to leave her A5 D5 but for now you're gonna stay in the Year of the Cat. INSTRUMENTAL and fade
