Sunday matinee. In a one dog town. You're two seats away. I move two seats down. Wipe the tears from your eyes. The first kiss i stole. I walk you home. The credits roll. Fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. I hear my voice. On the telephone. But I'm just running. The same old business. I feel like I'm off. Somewhere so alone. Just watching us both. Running the distance. Watching us both. Slowly pull back. Fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. I come home. Clothes all over the place. You're crying in the corner. Makeup running down your face. Your case is packed. The fight starts. I (?????) cursin'. Baby is this the scene. Which we been rehearsin'. Is this the one. Or have i lost track. Waitin' for us. To fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. A face wet with shame. Eyes filled with hurt. I scream out your name. You rip my shirt. A small bungalow. A late afternoon. The sunlight falls. Like a bright veil. A camera pans. An empty room. The picture dissolves. Slowly pulls back. Fade to black. Fade to black. Fade to black. . . . .