You take a final look around   And then you put your house key down   Upon the table by the note   You take your handbag and your coat   You don't want too much to carry   To slow you down on your way      You picture his face   In the morning   As he way going to work   Without saying a word   You saw the face   Of a stranger   It wasn't always like this before   His face like a stranger   You didn't know what to say   So you are going away   From the face of a stranger   And not the lover you knew before      Why should you want to call your friends   Why should you want to start again   You tried explaining through the years   But it would always end in tears   And one thing you know for certain   You've said goodbye to the place      But still you picture his face . . .      Somewhere a telephone   Is ringing in an empty room   Miles away   You are looking at a new town   But you are thinking of the past   The rain is falling down   Why do you keep that photograph      Of his face like a stranger   As he was going to work . . .