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