Something Fine

Papers lie there helplessly

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 sleep

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'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

And California's shaking

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

And looking back into your eyes

I saw them really shine

Giving me a taste

Of something fine, something fine

Now, if you see Morocco

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