♫♫ 2:00AM... My Brain Decided To Write A Song.... ♫♫

For what ever reason, I woke up with Year of the Cat in my head and this was the change.

  With all due respect to Al Stewart...


Year Of The Bat

On the morning from a Steve King Novel

In a market place you wouldn't dine

She staggered through the crowd with Corona

It was a matter of time

It came out of Wuhan strongly spreading

like a wild fire with no rain
Don't bother asking for explanations

History look back will tell you that it came

It the year of the bat

They don't give you time to question

as they lock down like its been rehearsed
And sheep follow 'till their sense of which direction
Completely disappears

Down the empty aisles in the market walls

The toilet paper and cleaners are all gone

These days, you say, I'm feeling really pissed off

and I don't like living through

The year of the bat

While others look at you so cooly

and their eyes pierce behind masks

They stay six feet in case you're contagious
So you buy what can and go find what's waiting outside

In the year of the bat

Well morning comes and you're still here

and the jobs and small business are gone
and they've taken away your choice and issued tickets

So you have to stay home

But the drum beats strain for the strongly hearted
In the rhythm of the newborn day

You know sometime your bound to leave here

But for now you've gotta to stay

In the year of the bat

Year of the Bat