Dare I admit how much I like these lines from the honky tonk Shakespeare, Hank Williams?

The silence of a falling star/ Lights up a purple sky,/ And as I wonder where you are,/ I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Leonard Cohen, who references Hank Williams by times, has been quoted once already and here is one I like:

Ring the bells that still can ring;/ Forget your perfect offering./ There is a crack in everything,/ That's how the light gets in.