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