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