The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

The Postal Service

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

I'll wear my badge:
a vinal 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 that keeps me dryis where I am

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key is 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
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