Wednesda y morning at five o'clock as the day be gins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she h oped would say more.
She goes downstairs to t he kitchen clutchin g a handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping out side 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 s o many years.
Father s nores as hi s wife gets into h er dressing-g own
Picks up the letter that' s lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to h er husband : Daddy, our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so t houghtlessly ?
How could she do this t o 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 afte r living alone for so many years.
Frida y morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the ap pointment she made
Meeting a man from th e 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 for s o many yea rs)
She's leavin g home, bye , by e.