Pacific Standard Time - Sparks

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 mine