san tropez

pink floyd - meddle albümünden.

san tropez (waters) 3:43

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.