San Tropez Songtext / Lyric

As I reach for a peach
Slide a line down behind a sofa 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
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you´re alone, I´ll come home

Backwards and homebound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
Born in a home with no silver spoon
I´m drinking champaigne 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´ll pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to the things they say
Digging for gold in the hole in my hand
Open the 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
If you´re alone, I´ll come home