Way on Down

 When the devil came a calling, 
same time as my thinking
began to go meandering, 
off on it's many travels,
this tendency to do so
when it unravels
I gets to be gravitating downwards,
along with the house silently watching, my thoughts loud,
about you and I. 

I'd be in that dusty dirty cellar,
if we had one that is.. 
You, me, and..
yes the devil,
that's right..the devil's gotten hold,
but it's you who's making the heat
you know, that heat
way on down there, 
he's just a spectator,
marveling at your heart warming ways