So this is how it ends
Here in Tinsel Town
Three thousand miles
From whatever went before
And going down

Christmas in the southland
Lonely to the bone
Hanging on
To a promise that you made
Long ago

And I've tried
To do my best
And I've learned
To live with nothing less
All it's getting me
Is deeper in this mess
Of a chance

Sunset Christmas evening
Church bells in your ears
Nothing's to give, boy
And nothing's to receive
This year

So you walk down to the market
Feeling like a lie
A twelve pack of beer
Will make your spirits merry and bright
Tonight

And I've tried
To do my best
And I've learned
To live with nothing less
Merry Christmas, boy
And may God bless
Your chance