Th[G]e papers lie there helplessly,
in a [G9]pile outside my door,
I tr[C/G]ied and tried, but I just can't
reme[G]mber what they're for.
The [C/G]world outside is tugging like
a [A7/G]beggar at my sleeve,
Oh that's [G]much too old a [C/G]story to believe. [G]
And you [Gmaj7]know that it's taken it's [C/G]share of me,
Even t[Em]hough you take such good c[C/G]are of me .[G]
Now [Gmaj7]you say Morocco, and that makes me s[C/G]mile,
I haven't seen Morocco in a lo[G]ng, long while.
The drea[Gmaj7]ms are rolling down across
the p[C/G]laces in my mind,
And I'[G]ve just had a [C/G]taste of something fine.[G]
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,
Something Fine----[Gmaj7]-------[C/G]------[D/G]------[Em]-----[C/G] [G]
[Gmaj7]Now if you see Morocco, I k[C/G]now you'll go in style
I may not see Morocco, for a l[G]ittle while.
And w[Gmaj7]hile you're there I was hoping you might
[C/G] keep it in your mind,
to sa[G]ve me just a taste of something fine.
