Lyrics:

I think I'm in a world of trouble
Talk about a worried man
I've seen enough women falling out of love
To think I've got one on my hands
There must be something going on that I don't know about
I got a feeling for the weekends over, she'll be movin' out
Oh-oh-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-oh-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

So far, so far so good