This is how it ends
Here in Tinsel Town
3000 miles from whatever went before
Going down, Going down
Christmas in the Southland
Lonely to the point
Hanging on to a promise that you made
Long ago, Long ago
And I've tried to do my best
And I've learned to live with nothing less
All its getting me is deeper in this mess
Of a chance, Of a chance
Sunset Christmas Eve
Church bells in your ears
Nothing's to give for, Nothing's to receive
This year, 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, Tonight, 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
No chance, no chance, no chance