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
Writer(s): Troy Harold Seals, Eddie F. Setser, Dobie Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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