The door was wide open, the room so empty
At first he thought that there would be someone there
But there was just a letter sitting there next to the telephone
She writes, she has left, she won’t let herself be beaten anymore
She’s now had enough, she can’t take anymore
She won’t see him and also won’t talk with him anymore.
She is simply gone
And no one knows where
Quietly and secretly
Simply up and away
Without an address.
She wants to forget it all, she just wants her peace
She is searching for a pair of shoes all her own in her life
They fit her well, and she can walk lightly in them
Only no more looking back, no more listening
On the line on the bill without much noise
Anything else will then get better again
She is simply gone ...
She’s fine abandoning the house and the furniture, and the money too
Just a quick cut and then never hear it again
She goes back to her job, and he knows that she enjoys that
The kids are old enough to understand this
When they turn sixteen they’ll probably have the same problem
Every now and then she will certainly call them
She is simply gone ...