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   It's just a wide spot on the highway   Where everybody looks the same      Pull the change out of my pocket   Waitress brings another beer   Outside a welcome sign keeps flashing   I'm waiting till the coast is clear      Left my suitcase at the station   Hitched a ride on in to town   You 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, oh      Yeah, when the coast is clear she'll call my name   Like a whisper in my ear   In my mind I know that nothing's changed   I'm waiting till the coast is clear      Yeah, in my mind I know nothing's changed   I'm waiting till the coast is clear