The morning comes and I must go

You say I can keep your shirt

Gently placing it into my purse

---

Driving away

I never really look back

But how would I know

You'd be another mistake

---

The sun was radiating warmth

I've never seen the city so busy

Spring cleaning they say

---

I start the engine

My little soldier's never had

This much trouble starting

But I get home fine, with the thought of you

---

But who would have thought

That you'd be doing some cleaning of your own

I look to the window

And you're gone