New York (Saint in the City) - The Academy Is...

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