Woman of thirty seeing the sun
   Packed up her suitcase started to run
   Looking for someone looking for none
   Pack up and drive away
   It was her birthday Tuesday morning
   Realisation gradually dawning
   A man in a grey suit whispered 'I'm calling'
   Pack up and drive away
   Woman of thirth, husband and kids
   Chained like a dog she had to rid
   No point in coping off came the lid
   Pack up and drive away
   Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming
   Perfect imagery is a gleaming
   No more shattered clouds were deeming
   Pack up and drive away
   In her heart it wasn't easy
   Mumbled words and feeling dizzy
   Reasons fight against excuses
   Mothers have their ways and uses
   Driving slower she was losing
   Dream was stirring only dozing
   Eyelids awaken to the daytime
   Just an illusion broken sunshine
   Woman of thirty there's no choice
   I can't help your helpless voice