You stand up to put your sweater on
And you fumble for your keys
You say you'll see me later on
But who you come home to won't be meCause I'm striking out on my own, the swallows have flown
Leaving home for the summer breeze
I wait to hear the front door slam
I reach in the closet right to the back
All my things and everything I am
All packed up in this rucksack
I'm striking out on my own, the swallows have flown
Leaving home for the summer breeze
And if I can't help you, when I'm right here with you
Then I'll leave you by yourself
As the hand that feeds you, I could start to heed you when you say
I might as well go and be happy with someone else
I make it to the garden gate
Then I stop to look behind
I tried so hard not to hesitate
Made it 4 steps closer this time
To striking out on my own, the swallows have flown
Leaving home for the summer breeze
And if I can't help you, when I'm right here with you
Then I'll leave you by yourself
As the hand that feeds you, I could start to heed you when you say
I might as well go and be happy with someone else