Lyrics

Staring at the picture frames
Hanging on the wall
Time’s gone by, but the images last
She’s packed up the children’s shoes
In a box out in the hall
Sitting in the corner with the china & glass

It’s taken her years to get ready
But it still feels too soon
Ain’t it hard going solo?
In an old empty home, on a bittersweet afternoon

Her heart was always golden
Behind the blemish and the blur
She kept on building with an incomplete set
Making all the pieces fit
Her spirit undeterred
The image of the future hasn’t sunk in just yet

Pride and satisfaction give way
To the silence in the room
She makes plans for tomorrow
Just to try and get herself through this bittersweet afternoon

She gets out her bicycle
And rides away her blues
An empire is waiting now that she’s free
Spends her money on leather
And Venezuelan shoes
Now’s the time to be everything she wanted to be

Every now and then she looks out
Embracing the gloom
Wondering where they’ve been headed
Since they left long ago on that bittersweet afternoon?

She heard from them this morning
On a long-distance call
They’ve all found their purpose with lives of their own
A peaceful conversation
Can make the world seem so small
Grabbed her coat, grabbed her hat and she put down the phone

“My time has come at last,” she says,
“To sing a different tune
Always knew it’d be different
But I never could have guessed
how free I’d become on that bittersweet afternoon”