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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