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 true. 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 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 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. 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