| 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, |