Christmas in L.A.

Woke up to sun streamin' in my room
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes, another year bows 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 town gave me, or if it led 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 cafe
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
And 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
Dreamin' 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.