San Tropez

1. As I reach for a peach

Slide a line down behind a 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 my love

Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling

If you're alone, I'll come home

2. Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove

Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane

Born in 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 a wind to a new day

If you're alone, I'll come home

3. And I'll pause for a while by a country stile

And listen to the things they say

Digging for gold in a hole in my hand

Open the 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