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 cant 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...