G                                                  B#            G
I come from the east, I come from the heart of the beast, of the beast
G
where dreams are made in factories, where hearts pound with heavy hurried 
B#             G
beats, hurried beats
D                        B#                 B          C                G   D    B# G
I can’t stay here, can’t tow the line, I’m leaving for Pacific standard ti- i- - i -ime

G                                                            B#            G
Now I’m heading west, trying to get this heavy weight off my chest, off my chest
G                                                                       B#            G
and the ones I love the best, know that 'til I reach the sunset I won’t rest, I won’t rest
D                B#            B          C                G  D B# G
Left home on St. Valentine and headed for Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime

[interlude]

G                                   B#             G    D
Now I’m on the trail of Kerouac, it feels unbroken too, GP died not far from here, he was 
C              G   B#  D
wailing at the moo-oo-oon 
G                                      B#                G        D
Twenty-nine palms are just enough, one less would be too few, you find the diamond in
              C                  G  B# D
the rough and you’re the morning de—e-e-ew
G                                                  B           C                G  D  B#   G
Even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard ti-i-i-i-i-ime

G                                      B#    G            D                        C               G
In orange groves on storage streets I find a steady mind, wandered with my feet in Pacific standard time
G                          B#              G      D                                
Human consolations burning out before they shine, just to dance a little while, in 
C                G  B#  D  
Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime
G                       B#                         B           C               G D B# G
even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard time
D                                         B#       C                G  D B# G
stuck between insane and sublime, you’re living on Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime.