As I reach for a peach
Slide a rind 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 our love
Deep in my dreams and
I still hear her calling
If you're alone
I'll come home
Backwards and home bound
The pidgeon 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 style
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
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
if you're alone I'll come home
