I'm barely listening to last demands,
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
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.

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.

>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.