As I reach for a peachSlide a rind down behindthe sofa in San TropezBreaking a stick with a brick on the sandRiding
a wave in the wake of an old SedanSleeping alone in the drone of the darknessScratched by the sand that fell from our loveD
eep in my dreams and I still hear her callingIf you're alone I'll come homeBackwards and home boundThe pidgeon the doveGone
with the wind and the rain on an airplaneOwning a home with no silver spoonI'm drinking champaigne like a big tycoonSooner
than wait for a break in the weatherI'll gather my far flung thoughts togetherSpeeding away on a wind to a new dayIf your al
one I'll come homeAnd I pause for a whileBy a country styleAnd listen to things they sayDigging for gold in the hoe in my h
andHoping they'll take a look at the way things standAnd you're leading me down to the place by the seaI hear your soft voic
e calling to meMaking a date for later by phoneif you're alone I'll come home