My daughter is there. My oldest friends and their families are there.
I'm not because Life and I took a path leading away from Southern California, the Desert SouthWest, and the Pacific NorthWest in 1974 - the last time I was there was autumn 1999 and I remember at one point during the flight back to Alabama, a voice in my head said 'look down' and I looked down to see the plane was over Red Rocks. The voice in my head said 'You'll never pass this way again' and I sat there quietly crying and watching until the plane cleared The West and we were over the MidWest.
The papers lie there helplessly
In a pile outside the door
I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for
The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve
In a pile outside the door
I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for
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 its share of me
Even though you take such good care 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
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
