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 an 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. And 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.