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, 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.