Christmas in L.A
Woke up to sun streaming in my roomWarm beachfront palm December afternoonYou close your eyesAnother year blows bySomewhere in the windJust another life
My parents sent a Christmas card and tennis shoes"We understand you’re stayingAnd we’re proud of you"There’s a well-rehearsed disinterest in the atmosphereI don’t know if that’s what this town gave meOr if it led me here
And I played so many partsI don’t know which one’s really meDon’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in L.AAnother pitcher of SangriaIn an empty beach caféAnother Christmas in L.AHold me tighter CarmelitaI don’t know how long I can stay
Left a girl behind in my old man’s truckSometimes I wonder where she ended upMaybe she got married, had a couple of kidsWho do you think you’re fooling man?Of course she did
I’m walking in Dan Tana's barTry and talk with Harry DeanI don’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in L.AAnother casting call on ThursdayFor a job that doesn’t payAnother Christmas in L.AAnother burnout in a tank topIt seems your basket is the caseA fat protagonist in flip flopsWith an extensive resumeFrom Echo Park to Catalina
Dreaming of a white ChristmasThe one I used to knowTree tops glisten, children listenTo sleigh bells in the snow