Pink Floyd - San Tropez

Lyrics:
As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind a sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on 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, a pigeon, a dove
Gone with the wind, 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 the wind to a new day
If you're alone, I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to the things they say
Digging the gold in a hole in my hand
Open a book, take a look at the way things stand
And you're leading me down to a 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 home