You can count on
The moon shivering through
The deep dark sinking sky
And you can count on
The leaves turning gold
He leaves dancing down round the does
And you can count on Him waving goodbye
Saving his love for the road
Til then count on
Time moving slow
Time burning slow, as it should
When all your moneys gone
And your doubts growing strong
Count on me babe
Count on me babe
When all your love is dry
Don't hang your head and cry
Count on me babe
Count on me, baby
(Verse)
They will tell you
You'll sink in his hands
Sink in the sand and his grace
What you may find out
Is that there's a plan for our time
A plan for our crimes
Though it pains
When all your moneys gone
And your doubts growing strong
Count on me babe
Count on me babe
When all your love is dry