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 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. 
And 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.