Even a sad song is better than no song at all

First Chuck Will's Widow of the season
I just figured out that lonely bird's reason
For sleeping all day and singing the same song all night long.

Poor Will is gone, the sadness is defeating
That aching in your heart, surely bears repeating
It takes all day to gather up the strength to sing this song

I get lost, sad and lonely
And I count the stars above me
And I sing when I should be sleeping
Cause that's when the world hears my weeping

My neighbors been shooting, they can't get enough
Maybe I'm just a Billy Goats Gruff
Cause round midnight it'll get tough when it gets quiet

It's just some old tin cans and a buck shot gun
I should be flying down the road in the warming sun
Park my motorcycle when the day is done and say goodnight.

But I get lost, sad and lonely
So I count the stars above me
And I sing when I should be sleeping
Cause that's when the world hears my weeping

Even a sad song is better than no song at all

Lose your will, lose your destination
Voices in your head keeping you guessing
If it all goes South, count it as a blessing, that's where you are
Yeah that's where, where you are

If you get sad, lost and lonely
You can count the stars above you
You can sing when you should be sleeping
Cause that's when the world hears your weeping
You can sing when you should be sleeping