The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

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

Where I am

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

Why I was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

Where I am

Where I am

Where I am

You seem so 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 seing

Why I was the one worth leaving

Why I was the one worth leaving

Where I am

Where I am

Where I am

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

Why I was the one worth leaving

Why I was the one worth leaving

Why I was the one worth leaving

• Artist:The Postal Service
• Album:Give Up (2003)