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 . . .