The District Sleeps Alone Tonight (The Postal Service Cover)

Smeared black ink
 Your palms are sweaty and I am barely listening
 To last demands
 I'm staring at the asphalt wondering whats buried underneath
 Where I am
 Yeah
 Wear my badge
 A vinyl sticker with big block letters
 Adherent to my chest
 Tells your new friends
 That I am a visiter here
 And 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 doorkey
 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
 And the district sleeps alone tonight
 After the bars turn out their lights
 And sent the autos swerving in to 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