Wilder Maker - Closer To God lyrics

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 ba*tard cry Cracked a nine AM beer regular like Going to work, fled a months rent to Mexico Battled the demon bedbug Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God 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 Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God Closer to God, everyday I get ever closer to God Amen, amen 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" Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God The new place was a canvas And we were a brush heavy with paint But somebody's sh** 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 gla**es and their functional love 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 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 Closer to God, everyday I get closer to God Closer to God, everyday I get ever closer to God