Gillian Welch - Black star lyrics

I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well, what am I to do? I know all the things around your head And what they do to you What are we coming to? What are we going to do? Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you I try to stay awake but it's 58 hours Since that 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 falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home I get on the train and I just stand about Now that I don't think of you I keep falling over, I keep pa**ing out When I see a face like you What am I coming to? I'm going to melt down Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home