Lyrics:

I'm the piano player, down at Eddies' bar, and Rachel she's the waitress who want to be a star. She swears she's gonna make it, make it big someday, and she'll send me picture postcards from L.A. When it's time for closing I play while Rachel cleans. She listens to my music, I listen to her dreams. She sewars she's gonna make it, she's going all the way, and I say,