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Zooming in, silence It's the sound of a car approaching She whispers: "You're lost, you'll find what you looking for, I hope" So take me down, we'll see 'bout that Keep on looking out for the rat Exterior sunlit motel parking lot Interior, grungy hotel room suite Years pass by, looking older now, forty-ish Dim lit room, two silhouettes Two shots, broke wiretap cassette Title card, incarcerated A year goes by so slow Two years, he's having fun Times fly but that gets old after a while Five years, it's the end of the line Exterior beach, narrated by the man Who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand And all along we see the silver lining Clouds closing, then the sun stops shining Exterior, jail, wide-angle shot Finally out, no one's waiting for him at the gate Two years, all he knew has passed or moved away Five years, it's getting darker every day Ironic it's not that light inside Exterior beach, narrated by the man Who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand And all along we see the silver lining Clouds closing, then the sun stops shining Day slowly turns to night Bird's perspective, colors fade Start a soundtrack, cut to black