EWednesday Dmorning at Afive F#mio’clock as the C#miday begins
ASilently closing her Hbedroom door
ALeaving the note that she Hhoped would say more
She goes EdownDstairs to the Akitchen F#miclutching her C#mihandkerchief
AQuietly turning the Hbackdoor key
AStepping outside she is Hfree.
R: EShe (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
home (We gave her F#mieverything money could C#mibuy)
She’s leaving home after Aliving alone
for so C#mimany years.
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing down
Picks up the letter that’s laying 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.
R: 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.
Friday morning at nine o’clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
R: 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 so many years.
EShe’s leaving C#mihome. Bye, Abye E
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