(The) Harvey Danger Database

A studio apartment in a dull part of Seattle
A strand of lights suspended by a thumbtack in the drywall
The restaurants are closed
So are the record shops, the banks, and bars, and Bartell Drugs
and so’s the half-price bookstore
But the movies are always open
and I always have to open

A repertory movie house
where life is not so wonderful
for 15 soggy patrons who have no better place to be
not to mention me
I’m working for a holiday wage
My family is two time zones away
I’m supposed to call them
My vodka and snow is melting
The alcohol isn’t helping

Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
You have to work on Christmas, sometimes
You gotta work on Christmas
I doubt I’ll miss this

There’s an artificial tree blinking in the lobby
sitting on the coffee table, yeah
Strangers and spare-changers stand in line
like poor relations at some kind of sad reunion
and I’m selling the tickets
They come in out of the weather
for Christmas alone together

Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
You have to work on Christmas, sometimes
You have to work on Christmas
I doubt I’ll miss this next year

Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
You gotta work on Christmas, sometimes
You have to work on Christmas
I doubt I’ll miss this at all