Yellow Cat

It's late December the new years never coming Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat The sun is silent As a cold rain gonna come on No one to talk to But my lady's yellow cat Rain drops talling on the flowers In the window box Plastic roses that I planted yesterday I didn't think it does too soon But there all withered now Seems like everything I touch Turns out that way Well I guess I'll just go walking The cats no good tor talkin'to He are don't know what I'm saying And the rain is always Playing on my mind On my mind Street lights driring through the blinds That cover window panes Blending soflly with the bare lights over head Then together They run swiflly through my memory And every image of a strange and empty bed --- Yellow Cat - John Denver