Pacific City Lyrics

Watching Heat in the evenings
I hate it when the robbers die
Tonight I miss my home
An ad with an orange put a tear in my eye
Though I can barely recognize the person I used to be
And all that treading water
Quietly begging for some sympathy

While you believed that you were doomed
And everyone looked so much happier than you
But you deserved the good things that came to you

You, you
You just need a little room

Through the screen door we can hear
The thunder rolling in
All the new birds are headed out again
High above the Hemlocks, shaking in the wind
Every little thing that I worried about
Was a penance I tried to pay
For every little thing about myself I couldn't change
There was nobody there to even hear the prayer

So I learned about time
To make hay while the sun shined
And you deserve the good things that'll come to you

You, you
You just need a little room

You, you
You just need a little room
You, you
You just need a little room