San Tropez Lyrics

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 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 and a hole 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