Honey, cover me with roses, cover me in the leaves of fall,
On those beads of your rosary, hey, remember me when you call,
I'll be waiting by the telephone, though you're just down the hall,
When I'm beat down, cold, and stoned wrap me up in your prayer shawl.

Now some will steal your garden, some will sow their weeds,
Yeah, some will rob you good and blind just to see you bleed,
Honey, cover me in roses, this sack of bones and skin,
Come and breathe upon this spirit 'fore winter settles in.

Checking out of this cheap motel, the wind all in our souls,
God shows his face farther up the road.

Now all those choices that you took asked more than you can give,
And all of those worst case scenarios become your one life to live,
And all the greed and powers that be, they have worked no ill effect,
There are never disappointments when there's nothing left.

Checking out of this cheap motel, with the wind all in our souls,
God shows his face farther up the road.

Now hunger, she's a driver, but you never knew her name,
You had assumed different destinations, but now they're obviously the same,
Hey, you can take it all on the chin, pretending you don't feel a thing,
And there is no bucket big enough for tears that make you sing.

Checking out of this cheap motel, the wind all in our souls,
God shows his face farther up the road.

Honey, cover me with roses, yeah, and do not spare the thorns,
You know some of us are waiting a lifetime to be born,
And if there are no roses and those dealers will not sell, let your prayers become like kisses and they'll do just as well.

Checking out of this cheap motel, the wind all in our souls,
God shows his face farther up the road,
God shows his face farther up the road,
God shows his face farther up the road.