I got lost on my way from Camden,
Where all the old jackals and the hipsters dine.
I was tangled up in a night so tragic
That I damn near lost my mind.
But I felt closer,
I felt closer,
Than I ever have
to you.
I worked for years on my Sistine Chapel
But Jeremiah still stole my paint.
And now I’m locked in a home made prison
Surrounded by the hours that I can’t escape.
But I felt closer,
I felt closer,
Than I ever have
to you.
Te transport round town’s been eating at my money
Since the bast*rds increased the fares.
I sold my soul to get a gig I’m supposed to be playing.
I’ll buy back some dignity when I get there.
But I felt closer,
I felt closer,
I felt closer,
Than I ever have
to you.