Testo: Barbara Dickson. Do Right Woman. Something's Wrong.

Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind
Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find
Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated
No one's hurt you, nothing's wrong
A moment's rest was all you needed
So pack your things and kindly move along

Like dust in the wind, you're gone forever
You're wind-blown leaves, you're a change in the weather

Just a town like any other, a second brand new start
A third of fourth-hand wife or lover, no, you won't break her heart
Take some bacon, go and and leave your watch chain
She won't count on nothing more
Wrap your hands around that small change
And tiptoe barefoot out the door

Yes, something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on my mind
When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just
Leave them all behind
And just leave them all behind