wednesday morning
and 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 hankerchief
quietly turning the backdoor key,
stepping outside she is free.
she (we gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (wacrificed most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
she’s leaving home after living alone
for so many years.
bye, bye.
father snores as his wife
gets into her dressing gown
picks up the letter that’s lying there
standing alone at the top of 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
for so many years.
bye, bye.
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 leaving (we didn’t know it was wrong)
home (Fun is the one thing that money can’t buy)
something inside that was always denied
for so many years, bye, bye.
she’s leaving home, bye bye.