Folding clothes in separate piles
 Across our bed and on the side
 We say goodbye and then she sighs
 And falls asleep while we wait for her ride
 
 She left her clarinet and poem
 Not that she'll need it where she's gone
 Cus she'll go and then she'll come
 With just the necessary ones
 
 Take the wardrobe, leave the trees
 Beanbag stays and the books will leave
 The telephone won't replicate
 She wakes up early, I wake up late
 
 She left her clarinet and poem
 Not that she'll need it where she's gone
 Cus she'll go and then she'll come
 With just the necessary ones
 
 Need to say despite the favours
 Our grass is longer than our neighbours'
 And the weeks are slowing, you're away
 And I watch too much TV today
 
 She left her clarinet and poem
 Not that she'll need it where she's gone
 Cus she'll go and then she'll come
 With just the necessary ones