Christmas in Tacoma by The Downstreamers Lyrics
Christmas in Tacoma in a bar outside the city
Good a place as any to go searching for the bottom
The lights are all but blinding and the talk is overwhelming
But I’m okay so long as I don’t feel to suddenly alone
I see you standing at the ready
You know I don’t deserve a friend like you
The reason I drink Boilermakers is so that I don’t have to find
My way back to the hotel in the driving sleet and snow
I know that you won’t leave me here when I am rendered helpless
I know that you’re too good a man to let me on my own
Every time, it’s much the same
But people rarely change, and this you know
I wonder, do you find me as endearing as you used to
I wonder, do you think I’m just a fool
But even for a fool, I know a good thing when I have it
And you know I would have nothing without you
Ten years ago, I would’ve been sat up against the fireplace
With presents left to wrap and children tucked into their beds
But my wife, she up and left me, and I know the children hate me
It’s yuletide in the city and I feel I’m almost dead
So I thank you for the things you do
Even though you know I won’t return them
I never feel more loved than when I’m sat down on your bathroom floor
My head against the wall and my bare legs on the tile
You bring me jugs of water here while I am doubled over
And you speak to me like I am nothing but a little child
I suppose you are committed
But it’s no good for you, I think you know
I wonder, do you think that I am cruel or cavalier
I wonder, do you think I’m using you
I suppose I am, but still, I know how much it is I owe you
I can’t return the nights I’ve put you through
It’s quiet in the city now, except for all the cars that come
And skid along the road as if they’ve never seen the snow
The blinking string of lights outside your window puts me in a trance
And lets me lose myself inside their warm, inviting glow
Next Christmas won’t be quite so bad
So long as I don’t let this moment go
Good a place as any to go searching for the bottom
The lights are all but blinding and the talk is overwhelming
But I’m okay so long as I don’t feel to suddenly alone
I see you standing at the ready
You know I don’t deserve a friend like you
The reason I drink Boilermakers is so that I don’t have to find
My way back to the hotel in the driving sleet and snow
I know that you won’t leave me here when I am rendered helpless
I know that you’re too good a man to let me on my own
Every time, it’s much the same
But people rarely change, and this you know
I wonder, do you find me as endearing as you used to
I wonder, do you think I’m just a fool
But even for a fool, I know a good thing when I have it
And you know I would have nothing without you
Ten years ago, I would’ve been sat up against the fireplace
With presents left to wrap and children tucked into their beds
But my wife, she up and left me, and I know the children hate me
It’s yuletide in the city and I feel I’m almost dead
So I thank you for the things you do
Even though you know I won’t return them
I never feel more loved than when I’m sat down on your bathroom floor
My head against the wall and my bare legs on the tile
You bring me jugs of water here while I am doubled over
And you speak to me like I am nothing but a little child
I suppose you are committed
But it’s no good for you, I think you know
I wonder, do you think that I am cruel or cavalier
I wonder, do you think I’m using you
I suppose I am, but still, I know how much it is I owe you
I can’t return the nights I’ve put you through
It’s quiet in the city now, except for all the cars that come
And skid along the road as if they’ve never seen the snow
The blinking string of lights outside your window puts me in a trance
And lets me lose myself inside their warm, inviting glow
Next Christmas won’t be quite so bad
So long as I don’t let this moment go