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 The 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
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