I t's late De-cem-ber and the New Year's nev-er com-ing
time pass-es slow-ly in a two-room walk-up fla t
The sun is si lent there's a cold rain's gonna come on
No one to ta lk to but my la dy's yellow cat .
Raindrops fa lling on the flowers in the window box
Plastic ro ses that I planted yeste rday.
I didn't th ink they'd die so soon but they're all withered now
Seems like e verything I touch turns out that w ay.
Well I gu ess I'll just go walking
The ca t's no Good for tal king to
He do n't know what I'm saying
And the ra in is always playing on my mind on my mind.
S treet lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes
blending sof ty with the bare lights overhead.
Then together they run swiftly through my mem ory
An eerie ima ge in a str ange and empty bed.
T he wind is whippin' up the papers in the stree t below
I got some b ooks to read but it seems they've all been read
Clouds are cr owded in a misty drifting sky ab ove
I wish to he ll I could remember what I said.
Well I gu ess I'll just go walking
The ca t's no Good for tal king to
He do n't know what I'm saying
And the ra in is always playing on my mind on my mind.
O ne crystal wine glass on a table filled with s carlet stains
Stands alone and empty where there once were t wo
The jug is si lent on the table by a broken pl ate
The wine is gone my lad y and so my love are yo u.
Well I gu ess I'll just go walking
The ca t's no Good for ta lking to
He do n't know what I'm saying
And the ra in is always playing on my mind on my mind on my mind
