She never made it To Morocco Rode βcross the desert With her Bedouin lover Shopped for bargains In the Souks of Rabat Sipped mint tea From a frosted glass.
She married a man Cause no one else offered Had three kids And moved to the suburbs Wrapped up her dreams In brown butcher paper Tied them with twine And shelved them for later .
She never made it To Morocco Her life was four walls Plastered in stucco And she sighed as she thought Of the things that she lost The dreams that she wrapped And shelved in the past.