She's leaving home
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 backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
She (we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrified most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything
Money could buy)
She's leaving home after leaving alone
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 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 is 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
Greeting a man from the Motortrade
What did we do that was wrong?
We didn't know it was wrong
Fun is the one thing that money can't buy
She is leaving home after
Living alone for so many years
She's leaving home
Bye, bye
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 backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
She (we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrified most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything
Money could buy)
She's leaving home after leaving alone
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 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 is 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
Greeting a man from the Motortrade
What did we do that was wrong?
We didn't know it was wrong
Fun is the one thing that money can't buy
She is leaving home after
Living alone for so many years
She's leaving home
Bye, bye
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