Pacific Standard Time

Clouds may be moving in
 People may be too thin
 Traffic may be a crawl
 Seasons, there's none at all
 Shadows so deep, so 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 mine