| Wednesday morning at five o’clock
|
| As the day begins
|
| Silently closing her bedroom door
|
| Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
|
| She goes downstairs to the kitchen
|
| Clutching her handkerchief
|
| Quietly turning the back door 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 (Bye bye)
|
| For so many years
|
| Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
|
| Picks up the letter that’s 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 to me?
|
| She (We never thought of ourselves)
|
| Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
|
| Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
|
| She’s leaving home after living alone (Bye bye)
|
| 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 it was wrong)
|
| Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)
|
| Something inside that was always denied (Bye bye)
|
| For so many years
|
| She’s leaving home
|
| Bye bye |