Woke up to sun streaming in my room
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind just another life
My parents sent a Christmas
"We understand you’re staying
There’s a well-rehearsed disinterest
I don’t know if that’s what this town gave me
And I played so many parts
I don’t know which one’s really me
Another pitcher of Sangria
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?
I’m walking in Dan Tana's bar
Try and talk with Harry Dean
I don’t know if I can take
Another casting call on Thursday
For a job that doesn’t pay
Another burnout in a tank top
Who seems to bask in his decay
A fat protagonist in flip flops
From Echo Park to Catalina
Dreaming of a white Christmas
Tree tops glisten, children listen
To sleigh bells in the snow
WRITERS
IRVING BERLIN, BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI