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