Al Stewart

I came upon two strangers on a black and white TV
in a hotel room called nowhere, in the dead of half-past three.
Their eyes met across the captain's table,
both trying to resist, but just weren't able.
The one that got away.
You knew it had to happen, the music grew intense.
In love affairs on oceans, the feelings seem immense.
Looks like they headed into stormy weather.
They saw it, even though they stuck together.