I think I’m is a world of trouble
Talk about a worried man
I've seen enough women falling out of love
To know I’ve got one on my hands
There must be something going on
That I don’t know about
I got a feeling 'fore the weekends over
She’ll be moving out
Oh, but so far so she hasn’t packed a thing at all
She hasn’t made a call, she must be thinking it over
So far so good she hasn’t done what I thought she would
So far so good
Oh, the nights are the hardest to handle
So many things in my head
How much longer can I go on
Just taking a memory to bed
I’m so afraid there’s somebody else
Lord, I hope I’m wrong
But I can't help feeling that one of these mornings
I’ll be waking up alone
Oh, but so far so she hasn’t packed a thing at all
She hasn’t made a call, she must be thinking it over
So far so good she hasn’t done what I thought she would
So far so good, so far, so far so good