I don't know where I'm going   I don't know what I'm doing    But it feels alright      I have one eye to Morocco   I only have to follow   Through the scented night      Conversation    Is fading away   The last thing    I heard you say   Was just a murmur   A distant blur   Your lips are moving   But I hear no words      All day   Sitting alone in my room    Waiting for no-one to call me   Lost in a dream of my own      I'm drawn by this obsession   With a tantalising vision   Of a swirling robe      I have one eye to Morocco   By the time I reach tomorrow   I'll be on that road      Sweet temptation   Draws me on   Gives me the strength   To cross my Rubicon   Past a point   Of no return   Ever onwards   As my bridges burn      All day   Sitting alone in my room    Waiting for no-one to call me   Lost in a dream of my own