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♪ 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 ♪

Hello?

Bonsoir, Monsieur Clements?

English, please. English.

Uh, Mr. Clements, we have just received word from Los Angeles.

There has been an automobile accident.

Mrs. Clements is dead.

You're supposed to talk to me.

Who is it you want killed?

Me.

What's the matter? You sick or somethin'?

Yes, I'm sick.

Did you bring the money?

Listen, uh...

Today is Tuesday.

I need some time to get my affairs in order.

- I'd like it not to happen until Friday. - I'll tell him.

And I don't care where, I don't care when.

In fact, I don't even want to know. I just need until Friday.

I'll tell him.

Trust me, everything about this litigation is pro forma.

- Uh... Roger? - Alan.

Jill is just trying to find the file with your will in it.

/-Um, just-- just a few minutes. - Fine, thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Roger, what's wrong?

Blue Moon Investigations. Are you being watched?

Are you being bugged? Just give us a call, and we'll find the thug.

Whoever is your peeping Tom, Dick, or John,

we won't quit until he is gone.

Yes. I am wearing a pale green dress.

How did you know?

You're watching me?

Right now?

Hello? Hello?

- Morning, Miss DiPesto. - Morning, Miss Hayes.

- Is Mr. Addison in yet? - About 20 minutes now.

Hold all his calls for the next couple of minutes, will you?

David!

- Miss DiPesto, I can't find him anywhere. - Hi, Mr. Addison.

- Hi, Miss DiPesto. - David!

- Maddie! - I was just looking for you.

You were? What a coincidence. Here I am!

- Is there any way we can talk? - What if we use mouths and tongues?

Your office.

No putting one over on you. That is my office.

- I need a favor. - Done.

- What do you mean "done"? - I mean whatever you need, it's done.

Whatever favor you want, you got it.

Don't you want to hear what it is first?

- Okay, but I don't need to. - You don't need to?

No. I can't think of anything you'd want

- that I wouldn't want to help you with. - It involves a wedding.

Actually, a thought does come to mind.

I have a cousin in Chicago.

She's getting married for the second time.

- Oh, your cousin. - I can't tell you what it's like

- to go to a family wedding alone. - Wait a second.

You get introduced to everyone there who's male, single,

- and can still breathe. - Are you--

- They always make sure you catch the bouquet. - You want me--

And I have yet to meet a photographer who didn't think I had terrific bone structure,

and haven't I always wanted to model

for some tasteful, highly artistic nudes?

- I don't believe it. - So, what I was wondering was...

if I could get you to take me.

I'd be delighted.

- What? - Well, I'd rather you weren't delighted.

- Weren't delighted? - Weren't delighted.

I'd rather you were... fine with it.

- Fine with it? - Fine with it.

- Fine, I'm fine with it. - No, you're not.

You're delighted.

- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.

You're right. No, I'm not. Actually, I'm confused.

Why wouldn't you want to go someplace with someone

who is delighted to be taking you?

- You wouldn't understand. - I wouldn't.

You wouldn't. See, originally,

I was supposed to go with my dentist, Jordan.

You got a dentist named after an almond?

What's nice about going places with Jordan

- is that he's an NSM. - Military guy, huh?

NSM, "Nice, Safe Man." He's nice, he's safe--

All right, all right. I can guess the rest.

- So you were gonna go with this eunuch and-- - NSM.

- NSM. And what happened? - Mrs. Peterson.

- Mrs. Peterson? - Mrs. Peterson.

Jordan was doing a root canal, and she bit him.

- Bit him? - Bit him.

Guess Mrs. Peterson didn't think he was such a nice, safe man.

Now he's gotta stay in town and get shots

for the next 10 days.

Well, his loss is my gain.

- There you go again, acting delighted! - I'm sorry.

- I'll try and do something about that. - I'm serious!

My whole family's gonna be at this wedding. I'm gonna have enough to worry about

- without worrying about you being delighted all the time. - I'm not that delighted.

- Wondering if I'm having a good time. - What do I care?

Every time we go someplace, rushing to pick up the check.

Hey, my wallet's glued to the inside of my pocket.

Quizzing me what our sleeping arrangements will be.

You said you wanted safe, not dead.

I can see this is going to be a fun weekend.

- Maybe we should forget about it. - Maybe we should!

Good.

- I can't. - No backbone. I like that in a woman.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if you could just rent a guy?

Someone you could take home for Thanksgiving and Christmas and special occasions.

Someone you could put back in the box and return when the occasion was over.

- Like a tux. - Exactly like a tux.

- Or a car. - Exactly like a car.

- But there isn't. - Doggone it.

So I guess it's me and you.

Maddie...

If you'd really feel more comfortable

actually paying someone, I would be willing

to look at this as purely a business proposition.

- Really? - Really.

If it would make you feel more comfortable.

But would it make you uncomfortable?

No. No, not in the least.

Well, thank you. That would make me feel better.

- Then it's settled. - It's settled.

Thank you, David.

So how much?

- How much what? - How much do I get for the trip?

For the trip? You mean how much money for the trip?

I don't know, um...

Let's see, there's the cost of the flight and the hotel.

And you're gonna have to rent formalwear. Naturally, I'll pay for all that.

- I mean over and above. - Over? And above? I don't know.

- Couple hundred dollars? - To not wonder whether you're having a good time?

- It's only a starting place. - To not pick up all the checks?

- To sleep where I'm told? - There's some elastic in the figure. What's your price?

$1,200, on the barrelhead.

You...

... are eye crust.

The better to see you with, my dear.

- You are navel lint. - Expensive navel lint.

- You are... - Don't go much lower.

They'll take us off the air.

Oh!

Miss Hayes, Mr. Addison, there's a man here to see you.

Not now! We're fighting!

Yes, sirs.

$1,200?

$1,200?

Keep your voice down. That figure leaks out, this place is gonna be crawling with women.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but this man says he's really in a hurry.

In a minute!

Aye-aye.

I would rather go to this wedding alone than pay you or any other man $1,200.

I understand your reaction. It sounds like a lot of money, but check around, Maddie.

You want a guy who's reasonably good-looking, decent table manners, no open sores,

1,200 is what it's gonna run you.

Get the hell out of--

Hello.

I'm sorry to barge in, but...

if I don't get some help quickly,

I'll be dead within 48 hours.

What do you think?

I'll remember where we left off.

Won't you have a seat?

Slow down. You're gonna pass it.

Imagine that poor Mr. Clements loving his wife so much

that he couldn't bear the thought of living without her.

Imagine that poor Mr. Clements finding out his wife was still alive

after he'd already scheduled his big finale.

Tomorrow, rain or shine. No exchanges, no returns.

- We will be able to stop it, won't we? - We'll sure try.

Nice thing about a case like this, though, either way, it's over in 24 hours.

- I'm not going in there. - Maddie, it'll be fine.

Just keep your hands in your pockets and, for God sakes,

don't sit on anything that's been sat on before.

Who is this man?

Why is he rubbing his filthy clothing on my car? Who is he?

He's the Avon lady.

- Why are they doing that? - Would you rather they use their tongues?

- Where are you going? - I'm going in that filthy, disgusting bookstore.

You're leaving me here? I don't want to stay here.

- Well, then come with me. - In there?

Maddie, I promise I will not let any of these filthy men

with any of their disgusting thoughts get anywhere near you.

Here you go, fellas. Split that three ways.

She makes me come here. I hate this place.

Hey, my man!

Where can I get a job around here?

- Oh, my goodness. - Oh, my badness.

Look at this stuff. I don't even know what some of this stuff is for.

Oh, well, the--

Beats me.

Be right back.

Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find booth number three?

Aha.

First living brain donor.

The booths are in the back.

Three's okay, but four and seven are really the best.

Really? Thank you.

Gee, I'm glad I ran into you.

Nice.

If a rash develops, discontinue use.

Ah. Oh. Uh.

Learnin' anything?

Jimmy, come on, hurry up and get out of there.

Your sister has to use the bathroom.

This is where he came to buy a murder?

That's what the man said.

Gee, what usually happens in these rooms?

What, pray tell, makes you think I would know?

All right, then. What, pray tell, makes you think I would tell you?

- Let's get on with it. - Or, in this case, off with it.

♪ One for the money, two for the glitz ♪

♪ Three to get ready, now let's see some-- ♪

David.

Something. Let's-- let's see something.

David.

What is that woman going to do in there?

David...

that woman is going to take off her clothes.

David, that woman is taking off her clothes.

David, that woman has taken off her clothes.

David, are you listening to me? David, what are you doing?

I'm making sure we don't run out of quarters!

Is there something special you two would like to see?

Well, as a matter of fact--

We are representing a man named Roger Clements.

Roger Clements. Does that name mean anything to you?

Representing? What does that mean, "representing"?

What is this, uh, like, vicarious pleasure?

Do you remember him? He came in here.

He tried to hire someone, a murderer.

He told you he was ill.

- You two police? - We work for Mr. Clements.

So, what is the problem with this Mr. Clements?

Does he have an engagement for Friday?

Would he like to reschedule for Saturday?

He'd like to call it off.

- Wait, a quarter! - Okay. Hey, wait.

- Give! - Here! Here! Here!

Give me those.

Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?

So he wants to call it off.

How come he didn't come here himself?

He's scared... he's not sure

that whoever it is that's supposed to do this thing

isn't following him, waiting to do it.

He's prepared to pay to call it off.

Yeah, well, he's gonna have to.

This isn't a department store. We don't take returns.

I don't even know if I can contact the people.

I mean, I don't know.

He asked us to offer you this.

It's the same amount he paid to arrange the murder in the first place.

Do you have a number where you can be reached... any time of the day?

Anything you can do.

Friday is less than 13 hours away. Anything you can do--

It'll be okay.

She'll find him. She'll contact him.

Call the whole thing off.

It'll be okay.

- You think so? - Yeah.

No.

It'll be okay.

Have you thought about

what we're gonna tell Mr. Clements?

Don't worry about it. Just let me do the talking.

Evening.

- Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes. - Got that right.

I thought I told you to stay away from this window. Come on.

- You caught me, huh? - Mr. Clements, it's no joke.

- Someone with a high-powered rifle-- - I'm sorry, it's just...

I know she's out there somewhere.

So how did the two of you do?

We found the person you spoke to.

She said she was going to try and reach the people involved.

- Try? - Try.

- And what do we do meanwhile? - We sit and wait.

- Here? All night? - Here all night, or until she calls.

And then I promise you, we'll find Mrs. Clements.

Miss DiPesto, you can go home now.

Thank you, Miss Hayes.

Mr. Addison...

- see you in the morning? - I'm afraid you will.

I think I'll stretch out in my office.

Feel free to take the couch.

Hello? I mean, Blue Moon.

Huh?

Who?

Yeah. Yeah, he's right here.

Hello?

Yes, this is Roger Clements.

You did?

You were?

I really, I-- I don't know how to thank you.

Money works.

She said it was all taken care of.

They called off the dogs. So I'm free to cancel my will, make dinner plans for Monday.

- Now watch, I'll die in a car accident, right? - Don't be silly, Mr. Clements.

So, what do we do now?

- Go to our respective homes. - And get some respective sleep.

And the first thing Monday morning?

We begin searching for Mrs. Clements.

Thank you. Thank you both.

Oh, my goodness. Excuse me. What time do you have?

About 31 hours to the wedding.

So, what was your cop like?

I had this girl cop.

First time.

I mean, first time I was ever interrogated by a girl cop.

Sounds weird. "Girl cop."

Excuse me. I mean, "woman cop."

Wait a second. There's gotta be some other word for that.

Copette?

All right, I'll work on it.

Anyway, it was really weird.

I mean, 'cause I'm sitting there in this chair.

And this girl-- this woman--

is walking back and forth in front of me, asking me these questions.

And, I mean, I had to ask her...

like six, seven times to repeat the question

because, I mean, I'm sitting there and right at eye level...

is her, uh...

Well, you know.

Her, uh... womanhood.

Womanhoods.

And, I mean, it's not like there's anything else in the room to look at,

except a bright light.

Course, maybe that's their strategy.

They figure that if you're looking at her...

trying to figure out whether this woman copette is wearing any underwear,

maybe you're not as prone to lie.

What do you think?

All right, let me ask you a question.

Sort of related.

You know how some women wear them bras

with the flowery lace on them?

And then they-- they put a shirt on,

and you can see the flowery lace showing through. Why do they do that?

I mean, you're looking up there, and you don't wanna see any outlines of flowery lace.

There's only one reason you're looking up there.

Somebody ought to tell women about that, you know?

You know, sometimes, when I get tired...

I just start talking. I say whatever comes into my brain.

Well, I don't know about you, but I am one tired jamoke.

Hit that.

All right. You get your stuff, I'll get my stuff,

- and I'll meet you down at the heap, okay? - Okay.

I'll ring for the elevator while you're getting your stuff.

Maddie, come on, the elevator's here!

No, it's not.

Maddie?

She's out there somewhere, David.

Uh-oh.

She is. She's out there.

- No, she's not. - Yes, she is.

- No, she's not. - Yes, she is.

No, she's not.

Let's ask them. Is she out there?

- See? - I don't care, David.

I think Mrs. Clements is out there, and I think we have to find her.

- Why? - Why? David, Clements paid us

to do two jobs: prevent his death and find his wife.

We failed at the first. The least we can do is finish the second.

Whoa, whoa, ho, ho. Back up.

The first, the wrongful death of Roger Clements,

is now a matter for the police.

Po-lice. You ever hear of them?

Public servants who are paid with our tax dollars.

The second, the possible but highly unlikely sighting of Mrs. Clements

from a fifth-story window is not even worth discussing!

- David-- - But I guess we will anyway.

Maddie, when it came to his wife, the man was not normal.

He was 50 feet in the air when he saw her. If he saw her.

And it's my vote that he didn't saw her. He only thought he saw her!

- But, David-- - But, Maddie, it's 11:30 on a Friday night.

Friday night. You and I haven't slept in a bed for two days.

Tomorrow is a weekend.

It just seems to me this is something we can discuss on Monday...

when we're awake... showered... conscious.

- Never mind, I'll find her myself. - How about this?

How about we get on the red-eye, we go to Chicago,

check into the Drake Hotel, go to a wedding,

eat a little cake, drink a little champagne, dance the Bunny Hop.

Come on, it's the...

stuff dreams are made of.

And I'm prepared to go at no cost whatsoever to you.

Come on, Maddie. Let's let it lay.

- David, I can't. -"I can't."

What time you want me to pick you up in the morning?

- How does a little after 10 sound? - Great.

Sounds like noon.

3:00 here, 5:00 in Chi-Town.

- So? - So...

wedding's been cooking for a couple hours now. Getting good and sloppy.

- Sloppy? - Sloppy.

First few hours of a wedding don't count.

It's very formal, very sober.

In-laws still friendly.

But the last few hours, very sloppy.

Champagne flowing. Tongues flapping.

Hungry guys hoping there's no such thing as a maid of honor.

Bridesmaids trying to find out who really is the best man.

What's your point?

No point.

I just hope you'll ask me again.

I just hope I'm smart enough to say yes.

And I just hope we're smart enough to go.

- What does that mean? - It means, I don't know why we're here.

It's Saturday.

Maddie, we have covered all the bases.

The police report has her dead.

The newspaper reports have her dead.

The salvage yard has a car that's dead.

I think it's time we face facts.

This woman took a Sunday drive

down a 200-foot cliff without a road.

You're forgetting something, David-- there's no body. They haven't found a body.

Big ocean, Maddie.

Lots of places to hide.

Okay.

Okay?

- Okay, what? - Okay, I'm satisfied.

Don't change the subject. What are you saying?

I'm saying you're right.

Of course I'm right!

Well, now that we've got that settled, the night's still young.

I still got a rented tux. You still got a formal.

What do you say we crash a high school prom?

David, do you know what we should do?

Get a corsage? Rent a limo?

- Spike the punch? - Give back the money.

- Give back the money? - Give back the money.

- Whose money? - Clements' money.

Clements' money? What are you, nuts?!

- We didn't do anything to earn it. - Earn it? Earn it?

Who died and left you John Houseman?

David, we cannot accept money for services

- we were unable to render. - Maybe you can't, but I can.

Not as long as you're working for me. We're going to give it back.

For who? For what? Last time we saw Clements,

they were scraping him off the ceiling of our garage.

Who you gonna give the money back to?

- His estate. - His estate? His estate?

What's he gonna do with it? Go to Fiji? Get a new car?

- Get himself another estate? - David, we didn't do the job.

Look. I'll be the first to admit, on the face of it,

- our batting average is a little low. - A little low? It's nil.

But the fact remains, we blew an anything-can-happen weekend in the Windy City.

And you wanna know why? Because we tried. We tried!

But the man's still dead, and the woman's still gone.

David, I can't help the way I feel.

- Who are you calling? - Clements' attorney.

- He'll know what to do with the check. - Clements'...

Clements' attorney? Maddie, stop. Think about it.

Give yourself the weekend to mull it over. Besides, it's Saturday.

- He's not even gonna be in. - Hello, this is Madelyn Hayes.

I was wondering if the attorney for the late Roger Clements was in.

Oh, you are.

You knew that was coming, didn't you?

You, uh-- you the folks who called?

I'm Madelyn Hayes, and this is David Addison.

Come in.

It's, uh, kind of funny you should call.

I'm not usually here on Saturdays.

Um... yeah.

Excuse the mess. I'm moving my practice, uh...

Here. Uh... won't you sit down?

I don't think that'll be necessary. This won't take long.

Our client, Mr. Clements-- your client, Mr. Clements--

paid us for services we were unable to render.

- We're here to give his money back. - Give it back?

- That's what I said. - We can't keep it.

Well, uh, that's awfully, um...

magnanimous.

I must say, I'm a bit surprised.

Though... everything about Roger has been a surprise.

We all knew he loved Celia.

We all knew he'd grieve.

But nobody realized how much.

How deeply.

Listen, I-- I appreciate what you're doing.

I'm sure Roger would appreciate what you're doing. But, um...

it's not necessary.

It's not as though the money will be missed.

Trust me, Roger was a wealthy man.

His heirs will be well taken care of.

Why don't you keep this?

Good day, Mr. Margolese.

Good day. Toodles.

- You're mad, aren't you? - Nope. Just in a hurry.

Can we at least talk about it?

No time. I gotta get this monkey suit

back to Harvey's Tuxedo Junction by 5:00

or I gotta pay for the whole weekend.

You didn't utter a word the whole drive back from the lawyer's.

You wanna tell me what's on your...

What you're thinking about?

No.

That's okay.

We've already had this conversation.

We've had it to death.

Different cases, different dollars.

But we have had this conversation.

This is about the money!

No. not "the" money.

"That" money. The money you gave away today.

Pardon me.

- Can I ask you something? - Would you put it in writing?

- If you had taken that money-- - If you had let me!

How would you have slept tonight?

Same as always. On my stomach,

boxers tangled around my ankles.

Mental picture's something, isn't it?

Addison, have you no integrity

in that flea's butt of a soul of yours?!

No.

I'd love to stay and chat, but there's no grace period at Harvey's.

Excuse me.

I guess I wasn't looking where I was going.

If you had any idea of how you'd look, you'd pay a little more attention.

Can we help you?

- I don't know. - I do.

Unless you're Lindbergh's baby or Jimmy Hoffa,

it's gonna wait 'til Monday.

My name is Celia Clements.

Who?!

Celia Clements.

Maybe it's not too late to get the money back.

You know, Roger used to joke:

"Without you in my life, Celia, life wouldn't be worth living."

I guess he wasn't joking after all.

- Guess not. - You think I'm awful, don't you?

Faking my death, causing Roger so much pain.

You won't understand this, but Roger loved me... too much.

At first, I enjoyed the attention,

being the center of someone's life.

But after a while, one by one, he ran off everyone in our lives.

Friends, family, until it was just the two of us.

It was like being slowly smothered.

He began treating me like some priceless antique.

So fragile. A treasure to be kept under lock and key.

He was even jealous of the dog.

He told me she ran away, but I saw her one day. I'm sure of it.

Riding down the freeway in the back of someone else's station wagon.

But why the phony accident? Why not a divorce?

I went to my attorney, told him I needed out.

He told me the law provided a remedy-- divorce.

We both knew that wasn't the answer, not with Roger.

He'd have me followed wherever I went.

Track me to the ends of the Earth, never giving me a moment's peace.

My death, however painful it was to Roger...

would at least be final.

He'd go on with his life...

and I'd go on with mine.

But it didn't quite work out that way.

When Mr. Margolese called and told me Roger had contacted him,

wanting to make an appointment to discuss his will--

Wait a second, Margolese knew you--

He knows you're alive?

I told you, he called me.

I figured out what Roger was up to

and even went over to Mr. Margolese' office

to show him I was alive,

so he wouldn't go through with it.

But I couldn't bring myself to go into the building.

I guess I just didn't believe in my heart of hearts

he'd actually go through with it.

I guess there's nothing to do now

but mourn his loss and spend the money.

What money? I didn't want his money.

If I had wanted his money, I would have divorced him.

You mean, you'd let it all go to his heirs?

Heirs? What heirs? What are you talking about?

Margolese said his heirs would be well taken care of.

He must have been mistaken.

My husband had no heirs.

No relatives at all. He was adopted.

And he and his foster parents haven't spoken since he was 18.

What heirs?

You gave me quite a start.

Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes, is there something else I can help you with?

This afternoon, you said that the heirs to Roger Clements' estate...

were going to be well taken care of.

Just what did you mean by that?

I meant exactly what I said.

That his nephews, nieces, aunts, cousins,

anyone who had a claim to the Clements estate was gonna do just fine.

- Not according to Clements' wife. - His wife?

Yeah.

Client of yours.

Dark hair. Alive.

Legs that go from here to there and back again.

Think about it. You'll remember.

I think you're mistaken. Mrs. Clements passed away.

The late Mrs. Clements visited our office this afternoon.

Oh.

Why did you lie to us?

Lie?

I didn't lie.

I was merely perpetuating a useful fiction.

Trying to protect the interests of my client...

an extraordinarily unhappy woman who was being suffocated by her husband.

But there aren't any heirs. And I can't help but wonder,

what's gonna happen to all that money?

Mm... you're making a mountain out of a molehill, Miss Hayes.

The assets of the estate will be put into a trust for Mrs. Clements, period.

And who's the trustee for this trust?

Guilty as charged. It's my job to see that

she gets all the money that's coming to her.

But she doesn't want anything.

She doesn't expect a dime.

I think what we have here is a failure to remunerate.

What exactly are you trying to say?

That perhaps the trustee of this trust is not to be trusted.

You knew Clements' game all along!

But when he decided to call it on account of hope,

you made sure all nine innings were played.

- What? - What?

Don't gang up on me. I don't write this stuff.

You killed him, didn't you?

You made it look like the killing he ordered,

so you could help yourself to his estate.

That's why you're packing, isn't it?

So you can leave town before anyone's the wiser.

I-- I think you two are letting your imaginations run away with you.

Me? No! I wouldn't let my imagination run away with me.

Not overnight, anyway, not unless there was a good dinner in it!

Th-- there's something I want to show you. Here.

Just, uh, take a look at these estate papers.

Look, right-- start there.

"If you and your family want good luck for now and forevermore,

send six copies of this letter to six peo--"

What the...

- David, you know what this means. - I sure do.

Start the chase music, boys!

Oh! David!

Here. David.

Whyah! Wha! Hyah! Ha! Whuh!

En garde!

I hope I didn't upset your plans, Sergeant Garcia.

Whoa! Ha!

Zorro will make you taste hard steel!

Oh!

- Get off of me! - Just my luck.

Finally get you prone, and I'm facing the wrong way.

Uhh! Get--

Come back here, you crook!

David!

Uh-oh.

The old 7-10 split.

Don't you wanna try for a spare?

Seems like the only way out is up here.

Looks like it's all over, Margolese.

Then again, I could be wrong.

Where are you going?

Here!

What am I supposed to do with this?!

David!

David... David...

Ah! Oh! Uh!

You're pretty handy with a hose!

Say good night, David.

Good night, David.

♪ 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 ♪