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 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