(Jackson Browne)
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The papers lie there helplessly
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In a pile outside the door
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I've tried and tried, but I just can't
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Remember what they're for
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The world outside is tugging
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Like a beggar at my sleeve
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Ah, that's much too old a story to believe
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And you know, that it's taken it's share of me
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Even though you take such good care of me
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Now you say Morocco, and that makes me smile
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I haven't seen Morocco for a long, long while
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And dreams are rolling down
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Across the places in my mind
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And I just had a taste of something fine
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The future hides and the past just slides
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England lies between
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Floating in a silver mist
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So cold and so clean
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And California's shaking like some angry child will
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Who has asked for love and is unanswered still
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And you know that' I'm looking back carefully
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'Cos I know that there's still something there for me
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But you said Morocco and that made me smile
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And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while
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Looking back into your eyes
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Oh, I saw them really shine
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Giving me a taste of something fine
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Something fine
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Now if you see Morocco, oh I know you'll go in style
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I may not see Morocco for a little while
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But while you're there I was hoping
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You might keep it in your mind
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To save me just a taste of something fine
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Something fine
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Something Fine
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| Leo Sayer |
