I get home from work, and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well, what am I to do?
I know all these things around your head
And what they do to you

What are we coming to?
What are we coming to?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the fallin' sky
Blame it on the satellite
That bring me home

Troubled words, a troubled mind
I try to understand what is eating you
And I try to stay awake
But it's fifty-eight hours since I last slept with you

What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the fallin' sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beam me home

[Guitar solo]

I get on the train and I just stand about
Now that I don't think of you
I keep fallin' over, I keep passin' out
When I see a face like you

What am I coming to?
Gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the fallin' sky
Blame it on the satellite
That bring me home