hal ketchum
till the coast is clear
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