Wednesday morning at five o´clock as the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreShe goes downstairs to the kitchenClutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside she is freeSheWe gave her most of our livesIs leavingSacrified most of our livesHomeWe gave her everything money could buyShe´s leaving home after living aloneFor so many yearsFather snores as his wife gets intoHer dressing gownPicks up the letter that´s lying thereStanding alone at the top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husband »daddy, our baby is gone »Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?How could she do this to me?SheWe never thought of ourselvesIs leavingNever a thought of ourselvesHomeWe struggled hard all our lives to get byShe´s leaving home after living aloneFor so many yearsFriday morning at nine o´clock she is far awayWaiting to keep the appointment she madeMeeting a man from the motor tradeSheWhat did we do that was wrong?Is havingWe didn´t know it was wrongFunFun is the one thing that money can´t buySomething inside that was always deniedFor so many yearsShe´s leaving home, bye, bye