42. 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)

I wear my badge
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
Adhering 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

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
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
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 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

Songwriters: Benjamin Gibbard / Jimmy Tamborello