In the morning before he wakes up
She's collecting her clothes 'round the bed
Walking tip-toes and fixing her hair
Shuts the door and she runs down the hair
In her 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