San tropez by Pink Floyd
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."
Backward 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 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 a wind to a new day.
And if you're alone I'll come home.
And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to the things they say.
Digging for gold in a hoe 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
And if you're alone,I'll come home.