Lyrics
[verse]
She stands beneath the amber lantern light
A stranger's face in a border town at night
The tourist maps have never marked this street
Where old clocks stall and time forgets to beat
[verse]
A porcelain cup, a deck of painted cards
The fortune teller speaks in crooked shards
"You'll leave your name behind before the dawn
This is the year the tiger walks alone"
[chorus]
And it's the hour of the wandering cat
Chasing shadows down where the alleys are flat
No return ticket, no map, no plan
Just the smoke and the neon over the strand
[verse]
He follows her through markets made of rain
Past silk merchants calling out in vain
She never turns, she never says her name
But something in her eyes still feels the same
[chorus]
And it's the hour of the wandering cat
Chasing shadows down where the alleys are flat
No return ticket, no map, no plan
Just the smoke and the neon over the strand
[bridge]
Somewhere a saxophone is playing slow
For every traveler who has nowhere to go
The train will leave at some undotted hour
Taking whatever's left of your power
[chorus]
And it's the hour of the wandering cat
Chasing shadows down where the alleys are flat
No return ticket, no map, no plan
Just the smoke and the neon over the strand
