San Tropez

As I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind The sofa in San Tropez Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan Sleepin' 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 callin' If you're alone I'll come home Backward and homebound The pigeon The dove Gone with the wind And the rain on the airplane Owning a home with no silver spoon I'm drinking champagne Like a good tycoon Sooner than wait for A break in the weather I'll gather my far-flung Thoughts together Speeding away On the wind to a new day If you're alone I'll come home And I pause for a while By a country style And listen to the things they say Diggin' for gold With a hoe in my hand Open a book Take a look at the way things stand And you're leading me down To the place by the sea I hear your soft voice Calling to me Making a date for Later by phone And if you're alone I'll come home