San Tropez

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