| D | Am | Em7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| Wednesday | morning at | five o’clock as the | day begins | |
| A9 | A7 |
| Silently closing her | bedroom door |
| A9 | A7 |
| Leaving the note that she | hoped would say more |
| D | Am | Em7 |
| She goes | down | stairs to the | kitchen clutching |
| A9 | A7 | A9 |
| Quietly turning the | backdoor key, | stepping outside |
| D |
| She (we gave her most of our lives) |
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
| Am | Bm7 |
| Home (we gave her | everything money could | buy) |
| E7 |
| She’s leaving home after | living alone |
| D | Am | Em7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| Father | snores as his | wife gets into her | dressing gown | |
| A9 | A7 |
| Picks up the letter that’s | lying there |
| A9 | A7 |
| Standing alone at the | top of the stairs |
| D | Am | Em7 |
| She breaks | down and | cries to her | husband |
| Bm7 | E7 |
| Daddy, our | baby’s gone | |
| A9 | A7 |
| Why would she treat us so | thoughtlessly? |
| A9 | A7 |
| How could she do this to | me? |
| D |
| She (we never thought of ourselves) |
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
| Am | Bm7 |
| Home (we struggled | hard all our lives to get | by) |
| E7 |
| She’s leaving home after | living alone |
| D | Am | Em7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| Friday | morning at | nine o’clock she is | far away | |
| A9 | A7 |
| Waiting to keep the | appointment she made |
| A9 | A7 |
| Meeting a man from the | motor trade |
| D |
| She (what did we do that was wrong?) |
Is having (we didn’t know it was wrong)
| Am | Bm7 |
| Fun (fun is the | one thing that money can’t | buy) |
| Bm7 | E7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| Something inside that was | always denied, for | so many years | |
| Bm7 | E7 | G | D |
| She’s leaving | home, bye, | bye | |
