Bye Bye - Richard Shindell

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