Lyrics:

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 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 swears she's gonna make it
she's going all the way
and I say:
Send me picture postcards from LA
Send me postcards from LAsigned with love forevermorePicture postcards from LAto hang on my refrigerator doorRachel, if you find me one,I'd love a pictureof the california sun
When Rachel shares my pillow
she always asks 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 smile and say
I say:
Send me picture postcards from LA
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 something always comes up
something always makes her stay
And still no picture postcards from LA
Send me postcards
I'm the piano player
down at Eddie's bar
and Rachel she's the waitress
who wants to be a star
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