Mercy Buckets

When all your good days keep getting shorter
Count on me
When you're about twenty-cents shy of a quarter
Count on meWhen you just need a place to hide out for a while
I'll help you hide the bodies in a little whileI will bring you buckets of mercy
And hold your hand when you're crossing the street
Play a song if you want itAnd 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 meIf you just need a friend to talk to
Or maybe not talk at allI 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 graveWhen 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 wayI 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 graceI will be your saving grace
Oh, I will be your saving grace