Cut To Black

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