80sblazer:

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.

Year of the Cat – Al Stewart