The Coast Was Always Clear - Johnny Foreigner

There is a storm over St. Lucia

We’ve been watching the boats and we’re sure they know something we don’t

How the bar staff talk of magic, something greater and romantic

And the cab drivers swear as the lightning splits at the sky

And all our friends are tour guides

We cut deals with the natives

Yes, yes, me and her I guess we’re kinda the same

(So face the efforts of ?)

Both fell out of grace and afterparty shame

We get gracious when we can

(Gracious hospitality)

Let’s talk about taxis

(We talked about taxis, we talked about coming back)

Who’s watching the coast?

Who’s watching the coast?

Who’s watching the coast, and who’s watching you?

We should have stayed in touch

For when we ran out of luck

We should have stayed in touch

There is a storm over St. Lucia

The streets are still warm but the spotlights are baiting the clouds

Oh, the air’s cool in this taxi

I let the city-stain slide past me

3 hours sleep and we talk about going home

And all our friends are tour guides

We cut deals with the natives

Yes, yes, me and her I guess we’re kinda the same

Drowned our losses with inheritance claims

(Drown our losses)

Now we’re less careless where we stand

(Less careless where we stand)

Explicit examples to use up yr life while you can

Who’s watching the coast?

Who’s watching the coast?

Who’s watching the coast, and who’s watching you?

We should have stayed in touch

For when we ran out of luck

We should have stayed in touch

He’s half asleep for you

He’s half asleep for you

He’s half asleep for you

Half asleep…

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

He’s half asleep for you

Some summers, some summers

I’m not done holding hope in my hands

He’s half asleep for you

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers

Some summers, some summers get crazy

Some summers are all over the place, oh god

Goodnight

Oh sacrifice

You made the sequel