Sounds like Don Henley, but I can't find the song.
The consequence of drinking too hard çause you're not here has left me shaking under the stars. Your days fall down in millions of pieces over me, so I keep them all in buckets and jars. But I won't make waves, you won't have to cry, voices calling me everywhere through airwaves. Drifting smoke like so many people pass me by, voices calling me everywhere. Your laughter up from the anaconda washes over me, so I keep it all in buckets and jars. But I wont make waves ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQgMvRey2hQ