As perfect an opening verse as McCartney ever crafted. A moving and mature song compassionately chronicling both sides of an oft-told tale of a generational rift.
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free