Songwriter: John Lennon Paul McCartney
Producer: John Porter Kenny Jones
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 down the stairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
(We gave her most of our lives)
(Sacrificed most of our lives)
(We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving homе after living alone
For so many years
Fathеr 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
(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
(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
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes down the stairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
(We gave her most of our lives)
(Sacrificed most of our lives)
(We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving homе after living alone
For so many years
Fathеr 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
(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
(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
From the album
- Reaching to the Converted (1999)
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