| D7 | Gmaj7 | |
| As I reach | for a peach slide a ride down behind the |
| Gm6 | |
| sofa in San Tropez |
| Gmaj7 | |
| Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand riding a wave in the wake of |
| Gm6 | |
| an old sedan |
| G7 | A7 | |
| Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness | scratched by the sand that |
| C7 | D | |
| fell from our love | deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling | If |
| you're alone I'll come home |
| (play this first time only, second time go to Coda) |
| Gmaj7 | Gm6 | |
| Backwards and home-bound the pigeon, the dove | gone with the wind and |
| Gmaj7 | Gm6 | |
| the rain on an airplane | owning a home with no silver spoon I'm | drinking |
| G7 | |
| champagne like a big tycoon | Sooner than wait for a break in the weather |
| A7 | C7 | |
| I'll | gather my far-flung thoughts together | Speeding away on a wind to a |
| D | |
| new day | if you're alone I'll come home ..And I pause |
| (Back to top with these lyrics) |
| Gmaj7 | |
| for a while by a country stile and listen to things they say |
| Digging for gold with a hoe in my hand hoping they'll take a look |
| at the way things stand |
| Would you lead me down to the place by the sea? |
| I hear your soft voice calling to me |
| Making a date for later by phone |
| If you're alone I'll come |
| (Coda) |
| home |
| (Repeat and fade out) |
| Gmaj | 7 | Gm6 |