When all your good days keep getting shorter, count on me
When you're 'bout 20 cents shy of a quarter, count on me
When you just need a place to hide out for a while
I'll help you hide the bodies in a little while

I will bring you buckets of mercy
and hold your hand when you're crossing the street
I'll play a song if you want it

If you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, count on me
If you're feeling that freight train running through your head, count on me
If you just need a friend to talk to
or maybe not talk at all

I will bring you buckets of mercy
and put a smile back on your pretty face
I'll bring a shovel if you want it
Carry your secrets to the grave

When you're down and out
I'll pick you up down at the station
Put your hard times on vacation
And get you headed on your way

I will bring you buckets of mercy
and hold your hand when you're crossing the street
Pay your bail if you need it
I will be your saving grace
I will be your saving grace
I will be your saving grace