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