Ft. Dawes

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?