Woke up, the sun streaming in my room
Warm beach from palm December afternoon
You close your eyes, another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind, just another life

My parents sent a Christmas card and then it’s [bad word] We understand you’re 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 [bad word] 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 that tennis bar
Try and talk with Harry Bean
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
It seems your basket is the case
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.