One Eye to Morocco - Ian Gillan

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