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 asphault wondering
What's buried underneath where I am
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'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 lonliest evening
And I finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
#1 thing on my wish list: Another CD by The Postal Service