Wednesday morning 'round five o' clock 
The day begins, it never stops 
We wake up to a little light peaking on through 
Downstairs to the kitchen we go 
Eat breakfast, sip a cup of 
Joe On the counter there, 
I left you a rose 
Next to a note for the airport 
Quickly eat and puff a smoke 
The TV blares and the stove is broke 
No need to talk or crack a joke 
I packed your bags and we hit the road 
Start the car and end the day 
Knew this was coming 'round the end of 
May But it's easier said than done 
Made our bed and we had our fun but... [Hook] 
She's leaving-leaving home 
Home-home-home-home 
She's leaving-leaving home 
Home-home, she's leaving home [Verse 2:] 
Paris, France, 
Spain and 
Milan Rides in 
Venice, staring at the stars 
Polaroid flicks and postcards in script 
Written to her family that she will dearly miss 
And the radio at night would play her favorite song 
Can't hardly wait, 
Westerberg has his charm 
Two weeks alone and one week in 
Prague Days turn to month and that's she want [Hook] [Verse 3:] 
They say home is where the heart is 
But what happens when you departing? 
Excuse me miss but please you'll have to pardon 
My behavior but 
I'm just getting started 
And I can say this with confidence 
Or use my common sense to state the obvious 
Beyond the compliments, we are the opposites 
Attracted to each other, magnets for a mess 
Wishing all the best but only getting stressed 
Staying for the sex and fighting bout the checks 
Issues addressed including your address 
You leaving home on a flight direct 
That I can't intersect but if 
I can interject 
It's not too late and 
I would just say 
That how we came together is a measure of fate 
But I guess it can wait as we pull up to the gate [Hook]