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As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind a chauffeur 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 Keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling If you're alone, I'll come home Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove Gone with the wind, 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 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