everything is empty when you are near   all the things we hid are becoming clear   symptoms indicate that we won't make it   love gets in the way when it's best to fake it      it's the information age   and nothing is the same as me   everything is blue and green and red   all your thoughts are made   in a factory   and then pumped into your head   it's so much better than before      the day takes on   no taste in mystery   no threat of yesterday   no ugly memories (memories)      and all the photographs   are rendered obsolete   you can now forget the friends you seldom see      you can blame it on me   you can blame it on me      blame it on the industry   blame the revolution   clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion (my confusion)   blame the algebra   blame geometry   numbers sing my songs and angles set the boundaries (boundaries)      you can blame it on me   you can blame it on me      there's an economic crisis   that keeps you inside   that keeps you by the phone   until the danger's gone away   and the dollar bills have faces   of people you've grown to trust   of men who never die   at least until you die      and i don't wanna die - i don't wanna die (everything is empty when you are near)   but everybody does - everybody does   one thousand goodbyes, you're on your own now (all the things we hid are becoming clear)   you're on your own now   you're on your own now (symptoms indicate that we won't make it)   to be lonely   will you write soon?   Will you miss me? (love gets in the way when it's best to fake it)      will you blame it on me?   will you blame it on me?      blame it on the atom bomb   blame old harry truman   we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression   blame it on the printing press   blame the cynicism   spend the next three years wondering how it could have been      blame the democrats   blame the NRA   if we had never met, we wouldn't have to feel this way   blam the words I said   blame the truth I meant   blame the long walk home   blame my selfishness      we are angels in airplanes   in the clouds   in the sky      today went by, week's went (blame the revolution)   we will touch the end (clarity is killing me and i'd like to have back my confusion)   the city lights remind me of you (blame the atom bomb)   and i hope i get home soon (blame old harry truman)   these metal wings are getting heavy (we could have had a chance ten years before the Great Depression)   and I might not make it home (Blame the words I say, blame the truth I meant, blame the long walk home, blame my selfishness)      (Could have been)