Come Sundown

I heard the front door closing softly
As I wakened from my sleep;
With the soft touch of her lips, 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