Casablanca Moonlight
Michael Nesmith

Motor yacht pulses in the Casablanca moonlight,
Pomade and perfume fill the summer air,
Ladies of the island, ladies of estate
Mingle close and dance the rhumba,
That's why they're there.

Morrocan Magic pouring off the Silver Screen,
Taking me to places no one has ever been.
Fly the China Clipper,
Sail the Sally-B.
There's no need to try to tell me
It's not what it seems.

And it all takes me home.
It all takes me home.
It all takes me home.

Summer sun, Havana palms
Sway beside the clear green sea,
Movies of Havana are all that I can see.
Still enchantment wakes me,
Enchantment takes me
To the promise of perfection
Outside the dream.

And it all takes me home.
It all takes me home.
It all takes me home.