D#7 G#maj7 As I reach for a peach G#m6 Slide a line down behind a sofa in Saz Tropez G#maj7 Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand G#m6 Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan G#7 Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness A#7 Scratched by the sand that fell from my love C#7 Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling D# If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home G#maj7 Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove G#m6 Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane G#maj7 Born in a home with no silver spoon G#m6 Iʼm drinking champagne like a good tycoon G#7 Sooner than wait for a break in the weather A#7 Iʼll gather my far flung thoughts together C#7 Speeding away on a wind to a new day D# If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home G#maj7 And Iʼll pause for a while by a country stile G#m6 And listen to the things they say G#maj7 Digging for gold in a hole in my hand G#m6 Open the book, take a look at the way things stand G#7 And youʼre leading me down to the place by the sea A#7 I hear you soft voice calling to me C#7 Making a date for later by phone D# And if youʼre alone, Iʼll come home G#maj7 G#m6
