He sees her at the same time every nightAt the Mexican discothequeShe gives him French kissesHe gives her French cigarettes
They sit at the same table every timeThe lights are lowBut their eyes shineJust digging the music from those sweet soul bands
She keeps him outta fights, holds on to his handHe whispers slowly tonightâs the nightMonths of planning so itâs gotta be rightUnder the table her bag is busting at the seamsShe made sure to bring everything
Moonlighting, theyâre leaving everythingMoonlighting, theyâre losing all their friendsMoonlighting, itâs the only way, itâs frighteningBut it means theyâll stay togetherTheyâre gonna make it together
His blue morris van is parked in an alleyJust by Montague streetHis friend Eddie he did the respraySo he couldnât drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money that he had saved upTo pay Eddieâs receiptBut he figures itâs worth it âcos the disguise is a mustWhen they go missing theyâre gonna look for the van first
She whispers slowly itâll be alrightI took some cash from my building societyAnd my monthly check came in just rightIf only they knew they werenât giving it away
9:15 Monday morning at the printing worksThe boss notices someoneâs not clocked inAnd the water department of the council offices has a messageThat Mrs. parkâs daughter is missing
Meanwhile the Carlisle turnoff of the M6 MotorwayDrinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakesShe stares at him with his beard unshavedWonders at his powers of staying awake
He whispers slowly you did just fineThey shared the driving all through the nightShe laughs my mother will have lost her mindWeâre only ten miles to Gretna theyâre three hundred behind