I'm the piano player
down at Eddie's Bar
And Rachel she's the waitress
Who wants to be a star
She swears she's
gonna make it
Make it big some day
And she'll send me
picture postcards from L.A.
When it's time for closin'
I play while Rachel cleans
She listens to my music
I listen to her dreams
She swears she's
gonna make it
She goin' all the way
And I say send me
picture postcards from L.A.
Send me postcards from L.A.
Signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards from L.A.
To hang
on my refrigerator door
Rachel if you find me one
I'd love a picture of
the California sun
And Rachel shares my pillow
She always ask me things
Like do I really
think she's pretty
Do I like the way she sings
I don't know how to answer
So I always smile and say
I say send me
picture postcards from L.A.
Send me postcards from L.A.
Signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards from L.A.
To hang
on my refrigerator door
Rachel if you find me one
I'd love a picture of
the California sun
Sometimes Rachel stands up
in the middle of the bar
And does a scene
from the late show
We all clap our hands
as she puts her apron on
And says next week
I'm gonna go
She'll even buy a ticket
And pack her things to leave
Though we all know the story
We pretend that we believe
But somethin'
always comes up
Somethin' always
makes her stay
And still no
picture postcards from L.A.
Send me postcards from L.A.
Signed with love forevermore
Picture postcards from L.A.
To hang
on my refrigerator door
Rachel if you find me one
I'd love a picture of
the California sun
I'm the piano player
down at Eddie's Bar
And Rachel she's the waitress
who wants to be a star