Sangtekst: Barbara Dickson. The 7 Ages of Woman. She's Leaving Home.

Wednesday morning at five o'clock, as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving a 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 (we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives) home
We gave her everything money could buy
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that is 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 thing to me?"

She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves) home
We struggled hard all of 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

She (what did we do that was wrong)
Is having (we didn't know that it was wrong) fun
Fun is the one thing that money cannot buy

Something inside that was always denied for so many years
She's leaving home
Bye-bye