Yellow Cat (FM Radio Broadcast Remastered) - John Denver

It's late December the New Years never coming

Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat

The sun is silent there's a cold rain gonna come on

No one to talk to

But my ladys yellow cat

Rain drops 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 just go walking

The cats no good for talkin' to

He don't know what I'm saying

And the rain is always

Playing on my mind

On my mind

Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes

Blending softly with the bare lights over head

Then together they run swiftly through my memory

And eerie image of a strange and empty bed

Wind is whipping up the papers in the streets below

Got some books to read

But it seems they've all been read

Clouds are crowded in a misty

Drifting sky above

And I wish to hell

I could remember what I said.

A crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains

Stands alone and empty where there once was two

The jug is silent on the table with my broken dreams

The wine is gone my lady and so my love are you