I heard the front door closin' softly
As I weaken from my sleep
With the last touch of her lips
Lord, like a whisper on my cheek.

And I cursed the sun for rising
For the worst, Lord, was yet to come
'Cause this morning she's just leavin' me
But come sundown she'll be gone.


See the lipstick on the pillow
That I placed beneath her head
And the soft sheets still feel warm
Lord, where she lay upon my bed.

And it hurts to know it's over
'Cause the hurt, Lord, has just begun
'Cause this morning she's just leavin' me
But come sundown she'll be gone...