Yellow Cat

It's late December

And the New Year's never coming

Time passes slowly in a two-room walk-up flat

The sun is silent

There's a cold rain's gonna come on

No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat

Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box

Plastic roses that I planted yesterday

I didn't think they'd die so soon

But they're all withered now

Seems like everything

I touch turns out that way

Well I guess I'll just go walking

The cat's no good for talking to

He don't know what I'm saying

And the rain is always playing on my mind

On my mind

Street lights drifting through the blinds

That cover window-panes

Blending softy with the bare lights overhead

Then together they run swiftly through my memory

An eerie image of a strange and empty bed

The wind is whipping up the papers

In the street below

I got some books to read

But it seems they've all been read

Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above

And I wish to hell

I could remember what I said

Well I guess I'll just go walking

The cat's no good for talking to

He don't know what I'm saying

And the rain is always playing on my mind

On my mind

One crystal wineglass on a table

Filled with scarlet stains

Stands alone and empty where there once were two

The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate

The wine is gone my lady

And so my love are you

Well I guess I'll just go walking

The cat's no good for talking to

He don't know what I'm saying

And the rain is always playing on my mind

On my mind on my mind

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