san tropez

• meddle albumunden bir parca. tatil havasi.
  (bkz: pink floyd) (bkz: st 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 home
  backward and homebound
  the pigeon
  the dove
  gone with the wind
  and the rain on the 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
  diggin' for gold
  with a hoe 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 home