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, shes just leavin,
But, come sundown, shell 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 its over,
For the hurt, lord, has just begun.
cause this morning, shes just leavin,
But, come sundown, shell be gone.