The Academy Is... New York (Saint In The City) lyrics

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