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 LA
When it's time for closing I play while Rachel sings
Send me postcards from LA signed with love forevermore.
Picture postcards from LA to hang on my refrigerator door.
Rachel, if you find me one I'd love a picture of the California sun.
When Rachel shares my pillow she always asks me things
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.