C#7 F#maj7 As I reach for a peach F#m6 Slide a line down behind a sofa in Saz Tropez F#maj7 Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand F#m6 Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan F#7 Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness G#7 Scratched by the sand that fell from my love B7 Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling C# If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home F#maj7 Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove F#m6 Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane F#maj7 Born in a home with no silver spoon F#m6 Iʼm drinking champagne like a good tycoon F#7 Sooner than wait for a break in the weather G#7 Iʼll gather my far flung thoughts together B7 Speeding away on a wind to a new day C# If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home F#maj7 And Iʼll pause for a while by a country stile F#m6 And listen to the things they say F#maj7 Digging for gold in a hole in my hand F#m6 Open the book, take a look at the way things stand F#7 And youʼre leading me down to the place by the sea G#7 I hear you soft voice calling to me B7 Making a date for later by phone C# And if youʼre alone, Iʼll come home F#maj7 F#m6
