Classic Hollywood Ending

Hear the wind blow back those sycamore trees
 There's a screen test haunting my memories
 I've been driving down the boulevard, not much change
 It's the same old town, just rearranged
 But by the time our feature ended, fear still stood
 Like an old time movie, like a film from Hollywood
 Oh, my screen goes up, and my lights go down
 My picture starts but there is no sound
 The only thing I hear is a guitar play
 From a lonesome place so far away
 And I'd let you do the rewrite now, if I only could
 Like an old time movie, like a film from Hollywood
 Now when that scene starts to fade out fast
 The one where I exit, stage right
 And then we cut to the boxing match
 Inside the colosseum, with that crowd so ugly
 And by the time we see dreams disappear
 The audience has learned to cheer
 But then fashion changed that underground
 It's the same old circus with brand new clowns
 And I'm lookin' out this window now on the corner where we stood
 Like an old time movie, like a film from Hollywood
 Now I never knew how your curtain came down
 Or what was backstage in your mind
 We never played that lost reel we found
 The lights went up, and we'd run out of time
 Out of time
 And it's only when the curtain's down that the ending's understood
 Like an old time movie, like a film from Hollywood