District Sleeps Alone Tonight, The

Artists : Postal Service, The : District Sleeps Alone Tonight, The

smeared black ink:
your palms are sweaty
and 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'll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adherent to my chest
that tells your new friends
i am a visitor here:
i am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is

where i am

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving

d.c. sleeps alone tonight

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing
why 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
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving