As I reach for a peach, slide a ride
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
Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an aeroplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne 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 you're alone, I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to the things they say
Digging for gold with a hole in my hand
Hoping they'll take a look
At the way things stand
Would you lead 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
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