Lyrics:

When all your good days keep getting shorter
Count on me
When you're about twenty-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
Play a song if you want it

And when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Call on me
And if you're feeling that freight train running through your head
Call 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
Bring a shovel if you want it
Carry your secrets to my grave

When you're down and out
I'll pick you up down at the station
Give your hard times some 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
And I will be your saving grace

I will be your saving grace
Oh, I will be your saving grace