She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.
Al StewartOn 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.
Al Stewart