I heard the front door closing softly
As I wakened 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, 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 still feel warm, Lord
Where she lay upon my bed
And it hurts to know it's over
For the hurt, Lord, has just begun
'Cause this morning she's just leaving
But come sundown she'll be gone
