Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan
To the place by the sea
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
Open a book
Backward and homebound
And listen to the things they say
And you're leading me down
The sofa in San Tropez
If you're alone I'll come home
Owning a home
Making a date for
By a country style
With a brick on the sand
A break in the weather
With no silver spoon
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Still hear her callin'
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
The pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain, on an airplane
On the wind to a new day
Deep in my dreams and I
Diggin' for gold and a hole in my hand
Sleepin' alone in the
Take a look at the way things stand
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Breakin' a stick
And I pause for a while
Speeding away
"If you're alone I'll come home"
Sooner than wait for
Later by phone
Drone of the darkness
