The papers lie there helplessly
in a pile outside the door
I've tried and tried but I just can't remember what they're for
The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve
Oh, that's much too old a story to believe
And you know that it's taken its share of
me Even though you take such good care of
me
They say Morocco,
and that makes me smile I haven't seen Morocco in a long,
long while
With dreams rolling down across the places in my mind
And I've just had a taste of something fine
The future hides and the past just slides England lies between
Floating in a silver mist so
cold and so clean
California shaking like an angry child of whale
Who has asked for love and is unanswered still
And you know that I'm looking back carefully Cause I know
that there's still something there for me
You said Morocco,
you made me smile It hasn't been that easy for a long,
long while
Looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine
Giving me a taste of something fine
Something fine
Now
if you see Morocco
I know you'll go in style
I may not see Morocco for a little while
But while you're there I was hoping you might
keep it in your mind
To save me just a taste of something fine