San Tropez

As I reach for a peach
Slide around down behind
The 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
Backwards and home bound
The pidgen the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I’m drinking champaigne like a big 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