I think I'm is a world of trouble
Talk about a worried man
I've seen enough women fallin' out of love
To know I've got one on my hands
There must be somethin' going on
That I don't know about
I got a feelin' fore the weekends over
She'll be movin' out

Oh, but so far, she hasn't packed a thing at all
She hasn't made a call, she must be thinkin' it over
So far, she hasn't done what I thought she would
So Far, 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 thinkin' it over
So far, she hasn't done what I thought she would
So Far, So far so good
So far, so far so good...