Paint a Formal Portrait

I woke up in the dry Mojave, by an old wooden chair and a young cottonwood tree
Standing on a dry lake bed, Cumulus clouds were floating over my head

On the far edge of an ancient dry lake shore
I saw a distant figure I could not ignore
He walked straight up, sat in that chair, and I could see it was Lucifer sitting there
And he said

Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down and paint a formal portrait?
Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down and paint a formal portrait of me?

Now, painting the devil, I had my doubts
But I couldn't help wondering what this was all about
He spoke to me, and he said
Paint me or you'll float forever in the clouds overhead

I looked up into the sky
And I could see faces in the clouds floating by
I thought of floating high in the air
And maybe those clouds could carry me anywhere

Floating high above the earth
Detached from conflict, what's that worth
Now that's something that I need to think about

Now I had a dilemma in my brain
Bargaining with Lucifer seemed insane
Painting the devil is something to beware
But what about floating for eternity way up there
And before I could think he said

Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down?
Won't you sit down and paint a formal a portrait?
Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down?
Won't you sit down and paint a formal portrait?
Won't you sit down? Won't you sit down?Won't you sit down and paint a formal portrait of me?

Paint a formal a portrait
Paint a formal a portrait
Paint a formal a portrait of me?
Paint a formal a portrait of me?
Paint a formal a portrait of me?
Paint a formal a portrait of me?