Last drag on a Lucky

One more swallow in the glass

Spend my time like dirty money

Each hour longer than the last

It's easy to remember

All the times she met me here

In the safety of these shadows

Waiting till the coast is clear



Bob Wills on the jukebox

No one in here knows my name

Just a wide spot on the highway

Where everybody looks the same

Pull the change out of my pocket

The waitress brings another beer

Outside a welcome sign keeps flashing

Waiting till the coast is clear



When the coast is clear she'll call my name

Like a whisper in my ear

And in my mind I know that nothing's changed

She's waiting till the coast is clear



Left my suitcase at the station

Hitched a ride back into town

I know there'd be a mess of trouble

If they knew I was around

I'll be living these memories

If I live a hundred years

I'm not running, I'm not hiding

I'm waiting till the coast is clear