Woman of thiry 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 thirty, 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 driving slower she was losing   Dream was stirring only dozing   Eyelids awaken to the daydream   Just an illusion broken sunshine   Woman of thirty there's no choice   I can't help our helpless voice