Pete Krebs and the Gossamer Wings - Pacific Standard Time

Sweet Ona Rose (1999) Do yourself a favor and buy it

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Wide-eyed rose of Union Station, waiting for a ride 'Cause he treated her like a substitute for the downtown five-and-dime Laying down in the waiting room she closes both her eyes She's California dreaming on Pacific Standard Time Heading south down Golden State and listening to the roll Of the nighttime train in cushion shocks and a broken heart of gold Telling her to wave goodbye, now she was on her own Her twilight ghosts in San Francisco with an ocean rolling slow Daylight comes on Telegraph Hill and she's wondering what to do It's the first name on the list of strangers, can I stay with you? But the phone just rings every time she tries to call somebody new So she sits down on the steps again and watches the fog roll through One last call to make before she disconnects the line North about a thousand miles, to another place and time "I'm so far away from you," she says, "I'll never hear you cry 'Cause I'm California dreaming on Pacific Standard Time."