Its Midnight and Charlie's hands, wring the leather of the wheel
The moon it highlights the silver and the steel
The scenes of the night play out like a movie in the dark
What has she given up? The fear or the spark?
Its Midnight and Jenny stares at the lake, in a blanket of fear
The moon it highlights silver salt from her tears
The life that is lost, may tear them apart
What has she given up? The end or the start?
She feels so lonely
He is so angry
She feels so bad
But life sometimes can be that sad
Now Fifty Years on, Charlie raises his glass
To his wife Jenny and their kids who have grown up at last
But what of the first, never got the chance to be born?
A life that was lost, for a love to live on.
They are so happy
These silver darlings
Dance in the moonlight
It takes some time to set things right