Karaoké 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

Wear my badge a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest

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 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

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

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