LYR: "San Tropez" by Pink Floyd

[Koko]

San Tropez
by Roger Waters
as performed by Pink Floyd (from the CD, "Meddle")

As I reach for a peach,
Slide a line down behind a sofa in San Tropez,
Breaking a stick with a brick in the sand,
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan,
Sleeping 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 calling,
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,
Born in 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 a wind to a new day,
If you're alone, I'll come home.

And I'll pause for a while by a country stile,
And listen to the things they say,
Digging for gold in a hole in my hand,
Open the 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.