I heard the front door closing softly
As I waken from my sleep
With the last touch of her lips, Lord
Like a whisper on my cheek
And I curse the sun for rising
For the worst, Lord, is yet to come
Cause this morning she's just leaving
But come sundown, she'll be gone
See the lipstick on the pillow
That I placed beneath her head
And the soft sheets
They still feel warm, Lord
Where she laid
Upon my bed
And it hurts
To know it's over
And it hurts
For the hurt, Lord, has just begun
Cause this morning she's just leaving
But come sundown, she'll be gone
But come sundown, she'll be gone
But come sundown, she'll be gone
