The District Sleeps Alone Tonight-The Postal Service

Smeared black ink Your palms are sweaty. I'm barely listening To last demands. I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath. (Where I am) (Where I am) I wear my badge. A vinyl sticker with big block letters Adhering to my chest. It tells your new friends, "I am a visitor here." "I am not permanent." The only thing Keeping me dry is It seems so out of context In this gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key Explaining that "I'm just visiting". I am finally seeing That I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving. DC sleeps alone tonight. It seems so out of context In the gaudy apartment complex. A stranger with your door key Explaining that "I'm just visiting". I am finally seeing That I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving. The district sleeps alone tonight After the bars turn out their lights And send the autos swerving Into the loneliest evening. I am finally seeing That I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving.