As I reach for a peach Slide around down behind The sofa in san tropez Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness Scratched by the sand that fell from my love Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling If you're alone I'll come home
Backwards and home bound The pidgen the dove Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane Owning a home with no silver spoon I'm drinking champaigne like a big tycoon Sooner than wait for a break in the weather I'll gather my far flung thoughts together Speeding away on a wind to a new day If your alone I'll come home
And I pause for a while By a country stile And listen to things they say Digging for gold in the hoe in my hand Hoping they'll take a look at the way things stand Would you lead me down to the place by the sea I hear your soft voice calling to me Making a date for later by phone If you're alone I'll come home
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