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
an
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.
And
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.
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