She says, "You can't stay a saint   That long in the city"   You laugh at the thought   On the the elevator down      You're just a phone call away   You're placing a big blind bet   On the underdog   And though it's a stretch   You believe when you're against the odds   And on your feet      With you at your best   And promises kept   She'd rather stay here with you   On the laziest afternoons with you      Lost in Pacific Time   With the sound of a dial tone   Let the memories count the miles   And never be forgotten      You woke to the screech   Of the wheels on a runway   An ocean of praise on a stage   The songs of your love   Fall to your knees      With you at your best   This is all you've got left   She'd rather stay here with you   On the laziest afternoons with you      Lost in Pacific Time   With the sound of a dial tone   Let the memories count the miles   And never be forgotten   When hearts hang on the line   And all that you fear has happened   Let the memories count the miles   And never be forgotten      Was it something that you said   Something that you did   To make you leave her here alone?   Was it something that you said   Something that you did   To make her leave you here?   Don't leave me here alone      Lost in Pacific Time   With the sound of a dial tone   Let the memories count the miles   And never be forgotten   When hearts hang on the line   And all that you fear has happened   Let the memories count the miles   And never be forgotten