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- Good evening. I'm Madelyn Hayes. - And I'm David Addison.

You know, we have been so busy the past few months doing this show

that there's been no time to thank all the people who keep writing in.

Right. So first of all, thank you.

Second of all, in most cases, there hasn't been

a whole lot of time to write back, either.

We feel badly about this.

So we thought we'd take a few moments

at the start of the show to answer some of these letters.

- Right-o. So who's gonna go first? - I don't know.

Okay. I'll go first.

"Dear David, I read somewhere

that you and Maddie were going to kiss and have a big affair.

Is this true?

If it is, can you tell me so I can set my VCR?

Signed, Sally Young."

Well, Sally, uh...

I don't know if it's true or not.

Um, see, I'm a television character,

and I only know what's gonna happen tonight.

And I do know that we don't kiss tonight.

Uh, as a matter of fact, I don't know when we're gonna kiss

or if we're ever gonna kiss at all. Sorry.

Maddie?

"Dear Maddie, when are you going to

smarten up and get it on with David?

M. Zimmerman."

Well, M., I don't know. You said not tonight?

Nope. Definitely not. I read the script. Not tonight.

Well, there you go. Not tonight. David?

"Dear Dave,

you and Maddie seem so attracted to each other.

My friends and I were wondering if she-- you and she were ever going to..."

- I don't want to do this anymore. - You don't?

No. I feel stupid.

Look, I know we should kiss. You know we should kiss

They know we should kiss. What are we waitin' for?

But it's not in the script.

Come here.

- What? - I don't know.

- Something's wrong? - Well...

- It isn't working for you, is it? - No. Quite frankly, it isn't.

It really isn't working for me, either. Can we kill the lights, please?

Lights!

David, I'm sorry, but this is not the way I imagined it.

- It isn't? - It isn't.

Oh.

I always thought it would be

at the end of the show. You know.

And that there'd be romantic lighting and music.

Really? - I mean, this is not the way I imagined it.

It's not the way they imagined it. Is this the way you imagined it?

Well, I'm just not as fussy as you are about these things.

Lights. Lights!

David, I'm sorry.

I-- I would just feel more comfortable if we waited.

Waited?

- How long? - I don't know how long.

Maybe this season. Maybe next.

Next!

I don't want to be rushed.

Keep those cards and letters comin', folks.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪

Someone's coming!

♪ Hi, everybody, I'm Archie Bell & The Drells ♪

♪ Of Houston, Texas, and we not only sing ♪

♪ But we dance just as good as we walk-- unh! ♪

♪ And in Houston, we just thought of a new dance ♪

♪ Called the "Tighten Up"-- unh! ♪

♪ This is the music we tighten up with-- unh! ♪

♪ Tighten up now-- ooh, but don't you get too tight ♪

♪ Tighten up now ♪

♪ But don't you get too tight ♪

Oops. Sorry. I must be in the wrong-- Mr. Addison?

Miss DiPesto?

Wow.

Is that really you, Mr. Addison?

That's not necessary, Agnes. I'm off duty.

Mr. Addison, I had no idea.

We've known that for a while now, Miss DiPesto.

- Miss Hayes in her office? - Want me to buzz her?

If anybody's gonna buzz Miss Hayes, it's gonna be me.

♪ Now make it mellow, wah, nah, nah ♪

Please rise.

Worked pretty good.

Let's all turn the hymnals to page 138,

a little tune God wrote called Louie Louie.

- My God. - Look again, my dear.

Perhaps you are a trifle confused.

- David, what happened to you? - Solved the Pagano divorce case.

- That's what happened to me. - My goodness.

- You catch him in the act? - Better. Got his confession

in confession. And let me tell you something.

We're talking 100-Hail-Mary material here.

This guy was doin' more bangin' than a screen door in a cyclone.

Looks like he did a little banging on you.

This? This is nothing. Just a product

of a little discussion over confessor-confessee privilege.

Terrific! You're gonna look terrific when my mother and father get here.

I told the guy you'd be upset.

Do I detect a small case of nerves here?

- No. - How about a six-pack?

Don't be silly. They're my parents. I've known them for 30 years.

- And then some. - And then some. Here.

- A wet rag. How you. - Cute.

- Call me David. - Do us both a favor and put that

- over your face, will ya? - Will it help?

- It'll help me. - So?

Listen.

I'm all ears. Well, not all ears.

Can we not do this while my parents are here?

- This? - This!

This! This thing we do, you and I.

Conversational Harry Caray. I'd like to spare them that.

- You are nervous. - Not nervous.

I'm anxious. They're my parents.

- You know about parents. - Not me.

I was raised in the woods by wolves 'til I was 12.

Rescued by an ugly missionary woman who found me buck naked.

I told her I wouldn't go with her unless she put some clothes on.

This isn't the kind of thing you meant when you said, "let's not," is it?

Maddie, don't worry. I'm not gonna embarrass you.

- You leaving town? - I'm leaving your office.

That's a start. I don't suppose you brought another suit.

Absolutely. It's in the Court of Appeals. My lawyer thinks

- we can sew it up there. Go, "ba dum-bump." - Ba dum--

- Father! - Father?

Father. No, Father.

Mother!

Maddie, Maddie.

I guess somebody didn't buy your sermon, padre.

Well, Mom, Dad, this is, uh, David. David Addison.

- The man who works with me. - You work with a priest?

No, he's not a priest, Daddy. That's a disguise.

- Mom, did you meet David? - Mr. Addison.

Well, I-- I've heard a great deal about you.

It's so nice to finally meet you.

It's nice to finally be met.

Uh, where'd you get the shiner?

It's a long story, Daddy.

A long, ugly story.

Nonsense. Look, why don't you and your mother

get reacquainted, and Mr. Addison will show me around?

Uh, you have a liquor cabinet in your office, son?

- I don't know. Do I? - You do.

But there's only one scotch in it.

Well.

Well, would you like to see my office?

- I'd love to. - All right.

Oh, my goodness.

What do you think?

This almost makes up for no grandchildren yet.

That's what I think.

I'm proud of you, Mom. You were here almost three minutes

before you said that.

Do all those people work for you?

"Work" is a highly subjective phrase.

So, tell me about this wedding you're here for.

Oh, some, uh, man in your father's office, and a...

stewardess, I think. And she-- she lives out here, and, uh...

well, any excuse to get out of Chicago in the winter.

Dad looks great.

Yes, he does, doesn't he?

Mom.

Is something wrong?

I'll be all right.

I'm just so happy to see you again.

Oh. Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

What is it, Mom? Is something the matter?

No, no. I'll be all right in a minute.

You're not sick, are you?

Oh, no. No, no. I'll be all right.

- Do you want me to get Dad? - No.

No. I'm, uh...

I'm feeling better now, really.

Uh, is there something you'd like to talk about?

No, I-- I keep these with me all the time now.

Sometimes I just lose control of myself. Isn't that foolish?

Mom, what's wrong?

Wrong? Nothing's wrong.

Something with Dad?

I don't know.

I wouldn't know.

We don't talk very much anymore.

I don't believe that.

Well, I guess he figures I know everything I need to know.

And, uh, the things I don't know...

well, those aren't things he wants to discuss anyway.

- What does that mean? - Well, he's been working late. A lot.

- He's always worked late. - Well, he's preoccupied all the time.

He's always been preoccupied all the time.

I think there's a woman at the office.

Dad?

I think she even followed us down here to go to this wedding.

I don't believe I just said that.

I don't believe you just said that, Mom. Do you know how ridiculous--

I wish I could get that last minute back.

It doesn't bother me.

It really doesn't.

It doesn't.

Would you look at that?

When she was 16 years of age, cursing at her mother like a sailor,

you would never have believed that you'd see a clinch like that.

Honey, have you looked at the time?

We've hardly had a chance to talk.

Talk later. We have a wedding to dress for.

Look, how about dinner tomorrow night at the hotel, huh?

The padre here can come along too. What do you say?

Great.

Well, I think that went pretty well.

I think maybe we're gonna get that account

Try and contain your excitement, Miss Hayes.

- I don't want that account. - You don't want that account.

I don't want that account. I have no interest in doing employee checks

for a chain of gun and ammo stores.

But Mr. Montezuma loves you.

Particularly a chain called

Montezuma's Revenge.

- I'm sorry. - That's all right. Just figured it must be your day of the week.

- I've got a problem. - Don't look at me.

- I wasn't even in town that month. - It's my mother.

- Really? She doesn't seem the type. - David, I'm serious.

- I'm worried about my mother. - Who, by the way, is okay.

- No, she's not. - Well, like I always say, if you can't agree, disagree.

She's really worried about something.

All right. Tell her I'm married.

And what's so sad is that I know

the thing she's worried about isn't even true.

- Isn't even true. - Isn't even true.

Well, it seems silly for your mother to be upset

- about something that isn't even true. - True.

- David, you've just given me an idea! - I have?

- You have. I'm gonna prove to my mother she's wrong. - Wrong?

- Wrong. - Right.

I'm gonna make this our next case.

I'm gonna prove to my mother, beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that the supposition she's proposing is absurd and not worth supposing.

- Not worth supposing? - Not worth supposing.

- This supposition that she's proposing. - Yes?

Do you think you could do a little disclosing?

- Disclosing? - Disclosing.

Maddie, just what is it your mother's upset about?

Well?

Well...

In some ways, it's so...

silly.

You met my father.

My mother thinks he's having an affair.

- I'm sorry. - For what?

- I don't know. - There's nothing to be sorry about.

You're right. Hooray for your father.

- He's having an affair. - No, he's not.

Right. Then I'm not sorry... I think.

What are you sorry about? There's nothing to be sorry about.

My father is not having an affair.

Okay. Fine.

- You know that? - What do you mean, "Do I know that"?

I know my father.

Okay. You know your father.

But do you know your mother's husband?

What are you suggesting?

I am suggesting that this is a very delicate

and very private matter.

Take it from me, Father David, the confession king.

David, take it from me. My father adores my mother

- and would never do anything to hurt her. - You know that?

I know that. The only one who doesn't know it is my mother, and I'm gonna prove it to her.

What do you mean, you're gonna prove it to her?

I'm going to conduct an investigation of my father

and prove that he is a faithful and loyal husband.

And how are you gonna do that?

The same way you did with the Pagano case. I'll follow him.

You're gonna follow your own father? Yuck!

What do you mean, "yuck"?

I mean, yuck, you can't do that.

- Why? - Why? Why?

I don't know why. It's weird. It's--it's Oedipal.

- It can't be Oedipal. I'm a girl. - All right. Then it's Oedip-i.

Look. It's--it's strange.

What if you're wrong? What if you see something?

It could scar your psyche for life. A scarred psyche is

like a used Pinto. There's nothing you can do with it.

David, get out of my way. This is something I have to do.

- Why? - Why? If you could have seen the pain on my mother's face.

That doesn't mean you have to do it. Hire somebody. Hell, let me do it.

- You? - Allow me to introduce myself. I'm David Addison.

I'd like to be your detective.

Well, I mean, it's a personal thing.

It's not like you're sending me out to buy your underwear.

I do this for a living.

Well...

That's nice of you.

I have my moments.

So?

- Do you have a preference on the pictures? - Excuse me?

Color, black and white, smooth, satin finish?

You just couldn't let it be nice, could you?

What can I say?

In English, not much.

You're still welcome.

You're still thanked.

And they're off!

THE TEMPTATIONS ♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

Come on, Mr. Hayes, let's see what you're made of.

♪ Wherever he laid his hat-- ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home... ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Hey, my man, give me that paper, will ya?

Here.

Thanks.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone, for sure ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

♪ Hey, Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Dadgum it ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Excuse me. Hi. Um, a friend of mine and I

are here for a business meeting. He just came over and asked you for a room number.

Well, we went over to the elevators, and I-- I guess I wasn't paying attention.

'Cause all the sudden, the doors closed, and I was on one side, and he was on the other.

And all I know is the room is on the fourth floor.

We do not give out the room numbers of registered guests.

No, no, no. This guy's not a hotel guest.

About six feet tall, gray hair, went right from here to the flower shop.

Mr. Hayes is a registered guest in our hotel.

But if you wish to speak to him, you'll have to use the house phones.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Well, well, well, well ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

Alexander Hayes' room, please.

Hello?

Who is this?

Well, this is, um...

This is the hotel garage. Uh...

Do you drive a late-model Mercedes, Mr. Hayes?

This is Alexander Hayes, right?

Can I have your room number, please?

Okay, okay. All right.

Uh, I'm afraid I got some pretty bad news for you, Mr. Hayes.

Oh, no. Don't-- don't panic. No, nothing to panic about.

After all, the hotel assumes full responsibility.

I mean, hey, we're the ones that smashed it into the garage wall, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, woo-hoo, calm you. Calm you, Mr. Hayes.

I don't have to listen to language like this, see?

Okay. Okay, fine. You come down here.

Easy now! You don't even know my mother.

Okay, good.

Good, man. I'll be waiting for you, okay?

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Yes?

I, uh...

I thought a friend of mine was staying here.

Bad joke.

Bad joke.

9:20.

Early day.

I waited for you as long as I could.

Did you miss me?

Sure. Your name again?

- So? - So?

So say something.

Well...

I think your father is a really good guy, you know?

What does that mean?

It means I think your father's a good man.

And what does that mean?

It means what it means.

Look me in the eye and tell me you followed my father all day.

I did it, Maddie.

And?

I'm sorry.

Wooden nickel for your thoughts.

Oh, you're right.

Wooden nickel ain't worth what it used to be anyway.

Which reminds me. You ever hear the one about

the prospector, the buffalo, and the Indian?

You want to hear about it?

You know, I never should have told you.

- David... - Hayes speaks!

I just found out my father is cheating on my mother.

- How would you have me act? - I don't know.

Not like this. Not like the world is ending.

- But it is for her. - No. Not yet.

She only suspects. She doesn't know.

Yes, but I have to tell her.

- You what? - I have to tell her.

- Why? - Why what?

Why do you have to tell her?

- Why? - Why!

Because I'm her daughter.

Because...

it's the truth.

Because she's in pain.

Ah, I see.

And you telling her the truth is gonna put her out of this pain.

I don't remember opening up this discussion.

Just answer the question.

David, what would you have me do?

- Don't tell her. - Just don't tell her.

Just don't tell her.

I can't do that.

- That's lying. - You're kidding!

I mean it, David. I can't do that. That's lying.

What do you mean, you can't lie?

Everybody can lie. It's one of those involuntary

functions of mammals. Like breathing.

Eating ice cream out of the container. Reading in the bathroom.

- Be that as it may, I do not lie. - Oh, no?

You come to work in the morning, somebody asks you, "How you doin' today?"

What do you say? Do you say, "I'd rather be home

watching Lucy eatin' a five-pound bag of Oreos"?

No. You say, "Fine. How are you doing?"

And what do they say? Do they start telling you

about the barium x-ray they had yesterday?

No. They say, "Fine." And life goes on as usual.

Everybody is happy as a potato in gravy.

But that's just being polite.

That's lying, baby. Big "F," small "I," little "B."

It's Pinocchio's nose time. It's all lies, Maddie.

Good lies, bad lies, the little lies we tell each other to make it through the day.

The turkey tastes great, Aunt Sophie.

Your hair looks beautiful today, Cousin Suzette.

The factory just isn't the same without you, Cousin Eddie!

Maddie, do me a favor. When you see your mother tonight, lie.

- I can't. - You can't?

You got a mouth. You got a tongue.

What do you think they're there for?

- Besides that, I mean. - It's not your mother. You don't understand.

- I don't understand? - You don't understand.

- Good. - Good.

Yow. Look at this place.

- I bet even the roaches wear tuxedos. - David, I feel ill.

- That was a joke. That was-- - No. No. I mean, I can't go through with this.

- Great. Let's get outta here. - We can't. I can't.

- We have to go through with it. - Okay. Your wish is my demand.

Well, we were beginning to wonder if you two would ever show up.

Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for all the money in the world.

Hello, Maddie.

Mom, how are you?

Well, I'm fine, Maddie.

I'm just fine.

She's fine, Maddie.

Just fine.

Somebody die that I don't know anything about?

Well, are you proud to be in the presence of two such beautiful women?

Absolutely.

Really, Alex.

Really.

As a matter of fact, I've been waiting for this moment to...

spring a little surprise on you.

I know our anniversary isn't for another month, but, uh...

Oh, Alexander.

Well, isn't it beautiful?

Well, thank you, dear.

I saw it in a store window.

It just sort of...

called your name.

Maddie, will you put it on for me?

It's very beautiful, Ms. Hayes.

I need a drink. Does anybody else need a drink?

I know I do.

Well, I have a better suggestion. I think champagne is appropriate.

We can celebrate Maddie's success.

Our happiness.

Oh, and the padre's shiner.

Really, Daddy, I don't think champagne is necessary.

Nonsense. Family doesn't get together every day.

Yes, sir? - Uh, bring me a bottle of your finest champagne, please.

Very good, sir.

All right, everyone. Raise 'em up.

To my wife.

I hope that somebody I can come to deserve

the love she's given me all of these years.

To my daughter and her partner.

May they flourish in their pursuit of truth and justice.

Here, here.

So, what, uh...

lying, cheating rapscallion are you following now?

You can dress her up, but you can't take her out.

Oh, that's all right. I-- it went down the wrong way.

It was a nothing day. Really.

Paperwork. I never left the office.

Boring.

I seem to have emptied my glass.

Well, you'd better be careful how you drink that. It'll go to your head.

That's where I want it to go, dear.

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll freshen up.

Mom, I'll join you.

Uh, you might as well relax. They'll be in there for half an hour gabbing away.

I don't really think it's gonna take that long, sir.

No?

Mother, I want to talk to you.

Oh, my goodness. Look at me. Look at my eyes.

- I have something to tell you. - I just don't know what it is with me and champagne.

- It's not something I want to tell you. - Should have seen me last night.

- Something I have to tell you. - Why don't you ask me about the wedding?

- The wedding? - The wedding. Ask me about the wedding.

Mother, how was the wedding?

It was lovely.

I mean, well, there was a certain point

when I stopped paying attention to everybody else.

And your father and I, we just danced the whole night.

I mean, with each other.

I mean, there is something about your father

in a tuxedo.

And he knows it too.

It was wonderful dancing like that. I can't remember the last time we did it.

Years, I think. And your father is a wonderful dancer.

- He is, isn't he? - Yes. You know, I remember when we were dating--

starting to date, and, well, it was on Michigan Avenue.

There was a little, uh, club.

Um, Club Flamingo?

Or was it Club Casablanca? I don't know. It was one of those awful names.

And we were there every Saturday night.

Last night was wonderful.

Last night...

was just like that.

Hm.

So how'd everything come out in there?

- It didn't. - Mm-hmm.

Thanks for a great dinner, Mr. Hayes.

You're more than welcome, padre.

How about you, Maddie? Did you have a nice meal?

It was fine, Daddy.

I had a nice dinner, too, dear.

Yes, I can see that, sweetheart.

See what I mean, Maddie? We don't talk very much anymore.

Well, that's not true. We talk all the time.

Oh, you're right. We talk all the time.

We talk in our sleep. It's just that I'm not always awake to hear it.

Did you hear the one about the ventriloquist who talked in his sleep?

His wife had to go in the next room to hear anything.

Listen. Hey.

Anybody feel like some air? I want to walk off that dinner.

Well, you walk. I feel like going upstairs,

getting some sleep, and, uh, having a good chat.

Oh.

Ms. Hayes, how about if I walk you to your room?

Oh, that's very sweet of you, Mr. Addison.

Then, uh, Maddie can take a walk with her father.

Yeah. Come on. Take a walk with the old man.

See you later.

Madam?

- I don't know what's with your mother. - There's nothing with Mother.

No, no, no. I mean her moods. Things she says. Like we don't talk.

We talk all the time. I just don't know what's with her.

There's nothing with Mother!

Well...

The way she was drinking at dinner.

Look. I-- I'm not looking for pity, but sometimes it's all I can do to...

- What? - Maddie?

It's all you can do to what? What?

What's the matter with you?

- What! What! What! - Maddie! Maddie! Maddie.

- What! What! What! - Maddie.

- Maddie! - What! What! What!

Maddie! What is the matter with you?

- What! What! What! - Maddie!

You know what really stinks, Dad?

Is you're not even good at it.

She's known! She's known all along.

Good morning, ticklebug.

Hi, Mom.

Well, your father's still up in the room packing.

I pleaded with him to come down, but...

What?

Nothing.

You were looking at me. What?

I must look terrible.

No, I-- I wasn't thinking anything like that.

Something in your face just now reminded me of when you were a little girl.

That was a long time ago.

Yes.

No.

You know, it's funny.

When I was a young mother and you were a little girl,

I thought, this is how it was meant to be.

And then you grew up, and life changed.

And I remember when I met your father for the first time.

The same feelings.

This is right.

This is good. Hold on to this.

And we grew.

And we changed.

And we loved each other.

For better, for worse.

Different.

It rains, and it stops, and the sun comes out again.

I think that must be...

the secret of life.

Your mother philosopher Candy Hayes.

Wasn't there an actor with that name?

Gabby Hayes.

Ah.

I've been called that too.

Why don't you say something?

You seem to have something on your mind.

No.

Yes.

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

What you said in my office the other day.

Maddie, I do get hysterical, don't I?

I mean, I hope it isn't hereditary.

As a little girl, you were more of a door slammer

like your father.

Still am.

Mom...

I think he's a good man.

He is, isn't he?

I, um, think it would please him to hear you say that.

Excuse me?

I'd like you to do something for me, Maddie.

What's that, Mom?

Well, did you and your father get into something the other night?

He didn't say anything, but he tossed and he turned.

He seemed to be very upset about something.

- Mom. - Maddie, I don't know what it was.

But I think you should make it up with him.

Maddie, please go upstairs...

and talk with him.

You're really crazy about him, aren't you?

I think he's a good man too.

Come in. It's open.

That's all the luggage on the bed.

I called down about 10 minutes ago

to have them send the car around.

You should be able to throw the luggage right in the trunk.

Mom said she thought maybe we had something to talk about.

- I guess Mom was wrong. - Don't--

Don't go, please.

For what it's worth, I, uh...

I didn't sleep a wink last night because...

I was afraid I'd fall asleep, and if I fell asleep, I'd die.

And if I died...

knowing that you hate me...

I don't hate you.

It's over, Maddie. It's all over. Really.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you. Really, really, I do.

It's all over. All of it.

It will never happen again.

I love you.

Mr. Addison, she's coming.

- How'd things go with your parents? - Went fine.

Oh.

If she gets any calls, send them in to my office, all right?

Sure thing, Mr. Addison.

That's long enough.

- Long enough? - You have been sitting in here since 11:30 this morning.

What do you say you and I go out, eat too much,

drink too much, get a little stupid?

My parents' plane landed 20 minutes ago.

It did?

I called the airline.

The got in fine. Just fine.

That's great. And everything's okay?

- As okay as it can be. - Oh, then I guess we can forget about Plan B.

- Plan B? - Plan B.

- And what is Plan B? - Well, I saw the trouble

you were having with your parents, and I was thinking of adopting you.

- Adopting me? - Adopting you. Yeah, it'd be great.

- I could bounce you on my knee. - Really?

- Tell you stories at bedtime. - Uh-huh.

Would I have my own room?

Kids today.

It's always, gimme, gimme, gimme.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪