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

Now you say "Morocco" and that makes me smile

I haven't seen Morocco in a long, long while

The dreams are 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's shaking like an angry child will

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

But you said "Morocco" and you made me smile

And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while

And 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