I heard the front door
Closing softly
As I awakened
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