Come Sundown

[wildhorses]

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 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.