District Sleeps Alone Tonight
(originally by The Postal Service)
Smeared black ink... your face is all sweat
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 (You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex)
Where I am (A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting)
Where I am (And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving)
(Why I was the one worth leaving)
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am (You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex)
Where I am (A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting)
Where I am (And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving)
(Why I was the one worth leaving)
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And leave 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
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