As

I

reach

for

a

peach

Slide

a

rind

down

be-

hind

A

sof-

a

in

San

Tro-

pez

Brea-

king

a

stick

with

a

brick

on

the

sand

Ri-

ding

a

wave

in

the

wake

of

an

old

Se-

dan

Slee-

ping

a-

lone

in

the

drone

of

the

dark-

ness

Scratched

by

the

sand

that

fell

from

our

love

Deep

in

my

dreams

and

I

still

hear

her

cal-

ling

If

you're

a-

lone

I'll

come

home

Back-

ward

and

home-

bound

The

pi-

geon

the

dove

Gone

with

the

wind

and

the

rain

on

an

airp-

lane

Born

in

a

home

with

no

sil-

ver

spoon

I'm

drin-

king

cham-

pagne

like

a

good

ty-

coon

Soo-

ner

than

wait

for

a

break

in

the

wea-

ther

I'll

gat-

her

my

far-

flung

thoughts

to-

ge-

ther

Spee-

ding

a-

way

on

a

wind

to

a

new

day

If

you're

a-

lone

I'll

come

home

And

I

pause

for

a

while

By

a

coun-

try

stile

And

lis-

ten

to

things

they

say

Dig-

ging

for

gold

in

a

hole

in

my

hand

O-

pen

a

book

take

a

look

at

the

way

things

stand

And

you're

lea-

ding

me

down

to

the

place

by

the

sea

I

hear

your

soft

voice

cal-

ling

to

me

Ma-

king

a

date

for

la-

ter

by

phone

And

if

you're

a-

lone

I'll

come

home