Clouds may be moving in People may be too thin Traffic may be a crawl Seasons, there's none at all
Shadows too deep, too long Sunsets that last too long Moon in an awkward sky My, how the time does fly
In Pacific Standard Time Mine is yours and yours is mine Pacific Standard Time Everything is near-divine
Clouds may be moving in Tourists display chagrin
Breathing our precious air They come from everywhere Soon they all realize what we all realize Our inconsistency is our consistency Our insincerity is our sincerity
And they're never going back Once they're here, they're staying here And they're never going back Once they're here, they're staying here
In Pacific Standard Time Mine is yours and yours is mine In Pacific Standard Time Everything is near-divine
I tried a foreign place Turned out to be a waste People were weird and small They thought they knew it all
In Pacific Standard Time We don't know it all at all In Pacific Standard Time We don't know it all at all
They've come to realize what we've all realized They seem a bit surprised To us it's no surprise
In Pacific Standard Time Mine is yours and yours is mine In Pacific Standard Time Everything is near-divine
And they're never going back Once they're here, they're staying here And they're never going back Once they're here, they're staying here
In Pacific Standard Time Mine is yours and yours is mine In Pacific Standard Time Mine is yours and yours is mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.