It'll be okay. It will look brighter when the sun rises tomorrow. Until then, let Stevie soothe you.

Well I went today... maybe I will go again...
Tomorrow

And the music there, well it was hauntingly...
Familiar

And I see you doing...
What I try to do for me

With the words from a poet...
And the voice from a choir

And a melody... nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove...(or the butterfly)
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...