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
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
And 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
And California´s shaking like some angry child will
Who has asked for love and is unanswered still
And you know that´ I´m looking back carefully
´Cos I know that there´s still something there for me
But you said Morocco and that 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
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