C7 Fmaj7 As I reach for a peach Fm6 Slide a line down behind a sofa in Saz Tropez Fmaj7 Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand Fm6 Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan F7 Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness G7 Scratched by the sand that fell from my love A#7 Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling C If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home Fmaj7 Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove Fm6 Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane Fmaj7 Born in a home with no silver spoon Fm6 Iʼm drinking champagne like a good tycoon F7 Sooner than wait for a break in the weather G7 Iʼll gather my far flung thoughts together A#7 Speeding away on a wind to a new day C If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home Fmaj7 And Iʼll pause for a while by a country stile Fm6 And listen to the things they say Fmaj7 Digging for gold in a hole in my hand Fm6 Open the book, take a look at the way things stand F7 And youʼre leading me down to the place by the sea G7 I hear you soft voice calling to me A#7 Making a date for later by phone C And if youʼre alone, Iʼll come home Fmaj7 Fm6
