postal service - the district sleeps alone tonight

Aug 08, 2005 22:05

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

i'll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters adhered to my chest
tells your new friends:
I am a visitor here...I am not permanent
and the only thing keeping me dry is

you seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key explaining that I'm 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'm 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
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