Wednesday morning at five o'clock, as the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving a note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is free
She (we gave her most of our lives) Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives) home We gave her everything money could buy She's leaving home after living alone For so many years
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown Picks up the letter that is lying there Standing alone at the top of the stairs She breaks down and cries to her husband 'Daddy, our baby's gone! Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly How could she do this thing to me?'
She (we never thought of ourselves) Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves) home We struggled hard all of our lives to get by She's leaving home after living alone For so many years
Friday morning at nine o'clock, she is far away Waiting to keep the appointment she made Meeting a man from the motor trade
She (what did we do that was wrong) Is having (we didn't know that it was wrong) fun Fun is the one thing that money cannot buy
Something inside that was always denied for so many years She's leaving home Bye-bye