I'm talking to the guard   As he drives me from the yard   He says, "I know it's hard."   I know it's hard      I tilt the angle of the lens   And flare the sun so it never ends   I close the shutter one more time   I chose to shut her out of my mind      I'm talking to the guard   Who looks just like George Peppard   Did you get my birthday card?   My birthday card      Tilt the frame or tilt your head   It's all the same the clerk said   I close the shutters after nine   I chose to shut her out of my mind