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