Not That It Would Need Another Verse

But if Gram Parson's spectacular song about the death of three people that touched his life needed a posthumous verse perhaps this would fit:

Only twenty six years old, his life could not be saved.
Like his Daddy and his Momma, a much too early grave.
Now who will sing of the Grievous Angel beneath a Joshua tree?
Or the songs he'd do with Emmylou, and who'll write songs like "She"?

In my Hour of Darkness
In My Time of Need
Oh Lord grant me visions
Oh Lord grant me speed.