F7 A#maj7 As I reach for a peach A#m6 Slide a line down behind a sofa in Saz Tropez A#maj7 Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand A#m6 Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan A#7 Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness C7 Scratched by the sand that fell from my love D#7 Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling F If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home A#maj7 Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove A#m6 Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane A#maj7 Born in a home with no silver spoon A#m6 Iʼm drinking champagne like a good tycoon A#7 Sooner than wait for a break in the weather C7 Iʼll gather my far flung thoughts together D#7 Speeding away on a wind to a new day F If youʼre alone, Iʼll come home A#maj7 And Iʼll pause for a while by a country stile A#m6 And listen to the things they say A#maj7 Digging for gold in a hole in my hand A#m6 Open the book, take a look at the way things stand A#7 And youʼre leading me down to the place by the sea C7 I hear you soft voice calling to me D#7 Making a date for later by phone F And if youʼre alone, Iʼll come home A#maj7 A#m6
