I heard the front door closing softly 
As I awakened 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