As I reach for a peachSlide a rind down behindThe sofa in San Tropez.Breakin` a stickwith a brick on the sand.Ridin` a waveIn the wake of an old sedan. Sleepin` alone in theDrone of the darkness,Scratched by the sand thatFell from my love,Deep in my dreams and IStill hear her callin`"If you`re alone,I`ll come home." Backward and homebound,The pigeon, the dove,Gone with the windAnd the rain, on an airplane.Owning a homeWith no silver spoon,I`m drinking champagneLike a good tycoon. Sooner than wait forA break in the weather,I`ll gather my far-flungThoughts together.Speeding awayOn the wind to a new day.And if you`re aloneI`ll come home. And I pause for a whileBy a country styleAnd listen to the things they say.Diggin` for goldWith a hoe in my hand.Open a bookTake a look at the way things stand. And you`re leading me downTo the place by the sea.I hear your soft voiceCalling to me.Making a date forLater by phoneAnd if you`re aloneI`ll come home.
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