Well, the morning's come,
and Lord,
my mind is aching.
The sun shines quietly standing at my door.
Just like the dawn,
my heart is slowly breaking.
And with my tears goes tumbling to the floor.
Once again,
the
whole town will be talking.
Yes, Lord, I've seen the pity in their eyes.
They could never understand.
It's her sorrow not of me.
No matter what they say,
I know she tried.
Babies packed her soft things,
and whoa,
whoa,
she's left me.
I know she never meant
to make me cry.
It's not her heart, Lord,
it's her mind.
She didn't mean to be unkind.
Why, she even woke me up
to say goodbye.