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