Stained paper,Sweet Wine, Automobiles and Long lines

Dancin' on strings was never too safe to begin with
but it's the only thing that feels like home.
Sing me somethin', anything is sacred
but I'll be dancin' till I'm down to bone.
Well the family heirloom seems to have been hope
it was lost but now is found,
deep in the country with mama and her love
nestled deep in the soil, swaddled in God's grace.
 Sleep has always been hard to come by,
and times are gettin' heavy.
Sweetness peppers me with kisses at odd hours of the night, leaving me steady.
But in the morning, it's as if I can't remember a thing.

Oh Sinnerman play me a song and I'll sing it right back, slow and sultry
I feel my clothes are heavy from my soaking in the water
Don't worry about my understanding, you and I are one and the same
I've got mud caked on me from my toes to my collar.
And I know where you come from,down to the little scratches on your heart.
Come find me.
Come find me,
And I will pepper you with sweetness until it is YOU who is steady.