As I reach for a peach
slide a ride down behind a chauffeur 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 Keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling If you re alone
I ll come home Backward and homebound
a pigeon
a dove Gone with the wind
the rain on an airplane Owning 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 the wind to a new day If you re alone
I ll come home And I pause for a while by a country style And listen to the things they say Digging the gold in a hole in my hand Hoping the good
take a look at the way things end And you re leading me down to a place by the sea I hear your soft voice calling to me Making a date for Rita Pavone If you re alone
I ll come home |
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