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



ÔCause 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