Whiskey Rings on the Good Book

There's a Good Book on the edge of the table
Where I set a glass I should've set down
Left a ring like a dirty little halo
On a page I meant to read out loud

Isaiah's got a watermark of rye now
I ain't proud and I ain't cute
I lit a leaf to cover up the paper
Smoke rose up like a cheap substitute

I wiped it with the sleeve of my jacket
Smeared the word and the wood together
Some men underline the promises
I just weather them

Lord you can read through paper
You can read through oak and rye
If there's a line left that still wants me
You know which one, and you know why