Come Sundown - Norma Jean

I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my sleep

With the last touch of his lips Lord like a whisper on my cheek

And I cursed the sun for rising cause the worst Lord is yet to come

Cause this morning he’s just leaving but come sundown he’ll be gone

I see his mem’ry on his pillow that I placed beneath his head

And the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where he lay upon my bed

And it hurts to know it’s over cause the hurt Lord has just begun

For this morning he’s just leaving but come sundown he’ll be gone