San Tropez

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 ho-ho-home"

Backward and home bound, 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 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 ho-ho-home

And I pause for a while by a country stile

And listen to the things they say

Diggin' for gold in a hold 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 ho-ho-home