Bye Bye-Soulsister

One year to the day her father's in the garden He keeps it as it was the day she went away On every life some rain must fall But that doesn't mean we let the roses go One year to the day her mother's in the kitchen She calls him from the backdoor - Come, love, have some tea It takes a bit of getting used to Only setting out 2 places Could I bring her back to them WIth a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again I could put her in a taxi Idling at the corner Working up her nerve and wondering what she'll say Regretting how she left that morning Recalling how they both were snoring I could bring her back to them WIth a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again That man from the motor trade Ran off with a meter maid Roses, wild, have spilled into the garden Backdoor off the hinge, the grass grown tall Ten years to the day and counting That little note she wrote? That's all she wrote I could bring her back to them WIth a few strokes of this fountain pen All's forgiven, start again I could bring her back to them But that's not how this story ends As is written so it ends Bye-bye