Come sundown

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.