Pink Floyd > 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 youre alone,
Ill come home."

Backward and homebound,
The pigeon, the dove,
Gone with the wind
And the rain, on an airplane.
Owning a home
With no silver spoon,
Im drinking champagne
Like a good tycoon.

Sooner than wait for
A break in the weather,
Ill gather my far-flung
Thoughts together.
Speeding away
On the wind to a new day.
And if youre alone
Ill come home.

And i pause for a while
By a country style
And listen to the things they say.
Diggin for gold
With a hoe in my hand.
Open a book
Take a look at the way things stand.

And youre 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 youre alone
Ill come home.