| Writers: Jackson | |
| Browne the 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 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 shaking like some 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 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 |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)