Writers: Jackson Browne



the papers lie there hopelessly

in a pile outside the door

I tried and tried, but I just can't remember

what they're for

the world outside is tugging

like a beggar at my sleeve

ah, that's much too old a story to believe



and you know, that it's taken it's 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 for a long, long while

the dreams are rolling down

across the places in my mind

and I 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 shading like some angry child will

who has asked for love and isn't answered 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 it made me smile

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

looking back into your eyes

oh, I saw them really shine

and giving me a taste of something fine



something fine



now if you see morocco, oh 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 a taste of something fine



something fine