Lyrics: On The Victrola. Other. These Ebony Drapes.

The sunlight is too bright without my ebony drapes
Caught off guard, I'm at large and exit 5 is to blame
I'll draw you this picture
A moonlight tete-a-tete but of the obvious kind
A soft touch and savoir-faire were resting fresh in his mind
Here's to that last picture

Too late I cant go back. You said it's too bad that I lost
And I'll second that.
You're right and I'm so tired of being wrong
I'll just leave it at that

Starring me worry free with eyes just longing to see
All the things I will be now that it's time to be me
Picture perfect picture

(Thanks to Brett for these lyrics)