Lyrics The Postal Service

The Postal Service

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