The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea
If I whisper down the drainpipe
does the devil hear my sighs?
if I write and burn a love song
do the angels read my cries
in the smoke drift up to heaven?
I just wondered as I listened to
the thunder sing low, sing deep
while lightening snaps a shiny
crooked whip, a glowing path
between the angels and the devil,
just dancing on the surface
of the deep blue sea.