Wilder Maker Closer To God
[Verse 1]
Today was the last day
Everything in a pyramid of boxes
And the room had a blank, mild look
Like no one had ever conned the landlord
Out of a thousand bucks
With a sick cat and a vet bill, made the poor bastard cry
Cracked a nine AM beer regular like
Going to work, fled a months rent to Mexico
Battled the demon bedbug
[Refrain]
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
[Verse 2]
Me and the cat went way back
I'd be in bed trying not to hear the sticky breath
And finally floating up to the other place, thank God
When the bed would tilt and there she'd be
Purring with desperate love, no one to give it to
Just when I had forgotten I was alone
[Refrain]
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
Closer to God, everyday I get ever closer to God
Amen, amen
[Verse 3]
The movers called to say they weren't there
"Thanks" said father Lou, he looked strung out and stubbled
I remembered when we'd met
He was walking across the college lawn
A baby blue bathrobe on
Birds perched on his fingers but the city does things to ya
The day was endless and aimless
A Buñuel day as Cal would say it was cold cans of dusk
When the movers called to say "hey"
[Refrain]
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
[Verse 4]
The new place was a canvas
And we were a brush heavy with paint
But somebody's shit was in the freight elevator
Well, I found them down the hall
Frowning at couches like a couple of Van Goghs
They turned their matching glasses and their functional love
[Refrain]
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
Closer to God, everyday I get ever closer to
The lovers turn to you, the lovers say "no!"
Amen, amen
[Verse 5]
So we hauled our books and amplifiers
Up three tall flights, us and Snyder and the movers
And a couple of girls who were hanging around
Well we sweat it out and drank to change
And slept out in a heap of blankets on the roof
Us and the women in a swarm of desires
Well freed by sweat and madness hands
Crept messengers under the cloth
The stars drunk and pissing light all over New York
Well I was twenty-five years old
[Refrain]
Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God
Closer to God, everyday I get ever closer to God
