Al Stewart Year of the cat

The version with the piano solo in the beginning. Lyrics: 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 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