Picture Postcards From L A Lyrics

Picture Postcards From L A 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, "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."
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 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 something always comes up, something 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 doo
r.
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.
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