The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
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)
(Where I am)
I wear my badge.
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
Adhering to my chest.
It tells your new friends,
"I am a visitor here."
"I am not permanent."
The only thing
Keeping me dry is
It seems so out of context
In this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".
I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
DC sleeps alone tonight.
It seems so out of context
In the gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".
I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving.
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.
I am finally seeing
That I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
Writer/s: Ben Gibbard / The Postal Service