I heard the front door closing softly,

as I wakened from my sleep;

With the last touch of her kips, Lord,

like a whisper on my cheek;



And I cursed the sun for risin',

'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come;

'Cause this morning, she's just leavin',

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 leavin',

but, come sundown, she'll be gone.