(原詩)

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 is leaving home
(We gave her most of our lives)
(Sacrificed most of our lives)
(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 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 is leaving home
(We never thought of ourselves)
(Never a thought for ourselves)
(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 is having fun
(What did we do that was wrong)
(We didn't know it was wrong)
(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)