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 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
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 just a taste of
Something fine
Something fine.