Pink Floyd - San Tropez
As I reach for a peachSlide a rind down behindThe sofa in SanTropez.Breakin' a stickwith a brick on the sand.Ridin' a waveInthe wake of an old sedan.Sleepin' alone in theDrone of the darkness,Scratched by the sandthatFell from my love,Deep in my dreams and IStill hear her callin'"Ifyou're alone,I'll come home."Backward and homebound,The pigeon, the dove,Gone with the windAndthe rain, on an airplane.Owning a homeWith no silver spoon,I'mdrinking champagneLike a good tycoon.Sooner than wait forA break in the weather,I'll gather my far-flungThoughtstogether.Speeding awayOn the wind to a new day.And if you'realoneI'll come home.And I pause for a whileBy a country styleAnd listen to the thingsthey say.Diggin' for goldWith a hoe in my hand.Open a bookTakea look at the way things stand.And you're leading me downTo the place by the sea.I hear yoursoft voiceCalling to me.Making a date forLater by phoneAnd ifyou're aloneI'll come home.
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