As I reach for a peach

Slide a rind down behind

The sofa in San Tropez

Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand

Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan

Sleepin' 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 callin'

If you're alone

I'll come home

Backward and homebound

The pigeon

The dove

Gone with the wind

And the rain on the 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

Diggin' for gold

With a hoe in my hand

Open a 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