It's late December, 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 gonna come on
And 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 walkin'
The cat's no good for talkin' to
He don't know what I'm sayin'
And the rain is always
Playin' on my mind
On my mind

Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes
Blending softly with the bare lights overhead
Then together they run swiftly through my memory
An eerie image of a strange and empty bed
Wind is whippin' up the papers in the streets below
I got some books to read
But it seems they've all been read
Clouds are crowded in a misty
Driftin' sky above
And I wish to hell
I could remember what I said
Well I guess I'll just go walkin'
The cat's no good for talkin' to
He don't know what I'm sayin'
And the rain is always
Playin' on my mind
On my mind

One crystal wine glass 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 walkin'
The cat's no good for talkin' to
He don't know what I'm sayin'
And the rain is always
Playin' on my mind
On my mind
On my mind