Jack and Gillian, facing their decline
take to the dance floor for one final time
Who'd deny them this last shot?
Taking a twirl, are they in the final reel
or not?

Jack and Gillian, walking hand in hand
disappearing along the shining strand
Who'd deny them this state of grace?
So we find them with not a single hair out of place
picture-perfect, matching pace for pace
her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist
But if you put them on the spot
what would they say?
Are they in the final reel or what?

Sayonara, tschüss, adieu, farewell
Will we meet again? No-one can tell
not the manner, not the time
No-one can hide, no-one leaves the final reel behind

Jack turns to Gillian, misty-eyed
and presses the pills in her hand
All they've got left is the downhill slide
so they'd better act while they can

This much they know
they're not in the final reel alone
This much they know
they'll not leave the final reel alone
They take the dive
no-one leaves the final reel alive