As

I

reach

for

a

peach,

slide

a

line

down

be

hind

a

so

fa

in

San

Tro

pez

Break

ing

a

stick

with

a

brick

on

the

sand,

ridi

ng

a

wave

in

the

wake

of

an

old

se

dan

Sleep

ing

a

lone

in

the

drone

of

the

dark

ness,

scratched

by

the

sand

that

fell

from

my

love

Deep

in

my

dreams

and

I

still

hear

her

call

ing.

If

yer

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

air

plane

Own

ing

a

home

with

no

sil

ver

spoon.

I'm

drink

ing

cham

pagne

like

a

good

ty

coon

Soon

er

than

wait

for

a

break

in

the

weath

er,

I'll

gath

er

my

far

flung

thoughts

to

geth

er

Speed

ing

a

way

on

the

wind

to

a

new

day.

If

yer

a

lone,

I'll

come

home

And

I

pause

for

a

while

by

a

coun

try

stile

and

list

en

to

the

things

they

say

Digg

ing

for

gold

in

the

hole

in

my

hand.

O

pen

a

book,

take

a

look

at

the

way

things

stand

Would

you

lead

me

down

to

the

place

by

the

sea.

I

hear

yer

soft

voice

call

ing

to

me

Mak

ing

a

date

for

la

ter

by

phone

if

yer

a

lone,

I'll

come

home