Joshua Kadison – Jessie

From a phone booth in Vegas, Jessie calls at 5 A.M.
to tell me how she’s tired of all of them.
She says, “Baby, I’ve been thinking ’bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico… you, the cat and me.
We’ll drink tequila and look for sea shells.
Now, doesn’t that sound sweet?”
Oh, Jessie, you always do this every time I get back on my feet.

Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

She asks me how the cat’s been. I say, “Moses he’s just fine
but he used to think about you all the time.
We finally took your pictures down off the wall.
Oh, Jessie, how do you always seem to know just when to call?”
She says, “Get your stuff together. Bring Moses and drive real fast.”
And I listen to her promise, “I swear to God this time it’s gonna last.”

Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.

I’ll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm white sand.
And who knows, maybe this time things’ll turn out just the way you planned.

Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.

Beautiful in my eyes

You’re my peace of mind in this crazy world.
You’re everything I’ve tried to find, your love is a pearl.
You’re my Mona Lisa, you’re my rainbow skies,
and my only prayer is that you realize
you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.

The world will turn and the seasons will change,
and all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.
We’ll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs.
And my only prayer is that you realize
you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.

You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
And the passing years will show
that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.

When there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles,
and when the time comes to embrace for one long last while,
we can laugh about how time really flies.
We won’t say goodbye ’cause true love never dies.
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.

You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
And the passing years will show
that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.
The passing years will show that you will always grow
ever more beautiful in my eyes.

Picture Postcards from L.A.

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 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 door.
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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