Letra Something Fine

The papers lie there helplessly,
in a pile outside my door,
I tried and tried, but I just can't
G *
The world outside is tugging like
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,
G * *
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,
Now if you see Morocco, I know you'll go in style
G * *
And while you're there I was hoping you might
keep it in your mind,
G * *