Geography

Staying on the seventh floor
Camperdown tower motel
Wind is howling round my door
Feels a little bit like hell
Could take a taxi into town
Or stay in here with these words
Perhaps I’ll just go back to sleep
And none of this will ever be heard
Don’t know what’s wrong with you
Think I know what’s wrong with me
All my stars20are upside down
Just a little too much geography
Today I saw a ten of clubs
Laying face up on the ground
I thought of you as the plane took off
Did you think of me as the wheels came down
Now I’m singing in this room
My mouth is dry and I’m alone
I don’t want to say goodbye
But I need to get back home
Don’t know what’s wrong with you
Think I know what’s wrong with me
All my stars are upside down
Just a little too much geography
Some things are holy
Some things profane
Don’t know if I can go back there
Don’t know if I can start again
Lying in bed with her
The first time I heard Graceland play
We’ve been so far since then
Come such a long, long way
Don’t know what’s wrong with you
Think I know what’s wrong with me
All my stars are upside down
It’s just a little too much?
Don’t know what’s wrong with you
Think I know what’s wrong with me
All my stars are upside down
Just a little too much geography