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Writers: Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell |
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he sees her at the same time every night |
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at the mexican discotheque |
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she gives him french kisses |
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he gives her french cigarettes |
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they sit at the same table every time |
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the lights are low |
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but their eyes shine |
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just digging the music from those sweet soul bands |
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she keeps him outta fights |
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holds on to his hand |
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he whispers slowly "tonight's the night" |
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months of planning so it's gotta be right |
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under the table her bag is busting at the seams |
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she made sure to bring everything |
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moonlighting |
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they're leaving everything |
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moonlighting |
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they're losing all their friends |
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moonlighting |
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it's the only way |
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it's frighening |
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but it means they'll stay |
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together |
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they're gonna make it together |
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his blue morris van is parked in an alley |
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just by montague street |
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his friend eddie he did the respray |
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so he couldn't drive it all last week |
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and it cost most of the money that he had saved up |
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to pay eddie's receipt |
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but he figures it's worth it 'cos the disguise is a must |
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when they go missing they're gonna look for the van first |
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she whispers slowly "it'll be alright" |
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I took some cash from my building society |
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and my monthy check came in just right |
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if only they knew they weren't giving it away |
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9:15 monday morning at the printing works |
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the boss notices someone's not clocked in |
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and the water department of the council offices has a message |
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that mrs. park's daughter is missing |
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meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway |
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drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes |
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she stares at him with his beard unshaved |
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wonders at his powers of staying awake |
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he whispers slowly "you did just fine" |
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they shared the driving all through the night |
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she laughs "my mother will have lost her mind |
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we're only ten miles to gretna |
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they're three hundred behind |
