The world outside is tugging like A7/G a beggar at my sleeve,
Oh 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 in a long, long while.
The dreams are rolling down across
the places in my mind,
And I've 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 shaking like an angry child will, Who has asked for love and is unanswered 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 that made me smile, It hasn't been that easy for a long, long while, And looking back into your eyes, I saw them really shine, Giving me a taste of something fine,