Christmas In L.a.

Intro Woke up to sun streaming in my room Warm beach front palm December afternoon You close your eyes, another year blows by Somewhere in the wind, just another lie My parents sent a Christmas card, and tennis shoes We understand you staying, and we're proud of you There's a well-rehearsed disinterest, in the atmosphere I don't know if that's what this time gave me, or if it lead me here And I played so many parts I don't know which one's really me Don't know if I can take Another Christmas in L.A. Another pitcher of sangria In an empty beach café Another Christmas in L.A. Hold me tighter Carmelita I don't know how long I can stay Left a girl behind, in my old man's truck Sometimes I wonder where she ended up Maybe she got married, had a couple of kids Who do you think you're fooling man, of course she did I'm walking in Dan Tana's bar Try and talk with Harry Dean I don't know if I can take Another Christmas in L.A. Another casting call on Thursday For a job that doesn't pay Another Christmas in L.A. Another burnout in a tank top That seems to bask in his decay A fat protagonist in flip flops With an extensive resume From Echo Park to Catalina Dreaming of a white Christmas The one I used to know Tree tops glisten, children listen To sleigh bells in the snow Another Christmas in L.A