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

keeping 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

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

digging the gold in a hole in my hand

hoping the good, take a look at the way things end

and you're leading me down to a place by the sea

I hear your soft voice calling to me

making a date for Rita Pavone

if you're alone, I'll come home

SEAMUS

I was in the kitchen

Seamus, that's the dog, was outside

well I was in the kitchen

Seamus, my own hound, was outside

well you know the sun was sinking slowly

and my own hound-dog sat right down and cried

ECHOES

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

and deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves

the echo of a distant time comes billowing across the sand

and everything is green, the sun beneath

and no one showed us to the land

and no one knows the where's or the why's

but something stares and something tries

and starts to climb towards the land