In the morning before he wakes up She's collecting her clothes around the bed Walking tiptoes and fixing her hair Shuts the door and she runs down the stairs In a summer dress she walks on home All her winter clothes are gone or sold There's no looking back and there's no fear There's no reason for her to believe That she needs to hang on to her past It's so natural just to move on And he doesn't know that she's really Gone into her closet and her drawers To throw out the things she can't ignore In a summer dress she walks on home All her winter clothes are gone or sold