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