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 direction
Completely disappears
One of my favorites!
Another song from that time period that reminds me of the same girl. Who I looked up on social media a few years back to find out she was married, divorced and then re-married once again.
Yes, it's a disco song for sure.