A Kind Of Christmas Card Songtext

To write a kind of Christmas card

But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins

Mama, dear
All the love you gave
I guess there's really nothing
Nothing much to save
This place is as steardy as I feel myself
There are still some riches
At the Roosevelt
That evening prayer
Those memories
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
That's where I am at
Down in Los Angeles

And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame Tonight there is fever in my veins

Just think of thr girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama
twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in '68
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate

And I am burning out again