Gray sky

No one's out there

To help me find

My way home

And half a jar

Of salsa

Is in my fridge

It's been there weeks



But I'm afraid if I wish tonight

My lucky star will be out of sight

It's only when the moon is high

I start to miss you standing by

Oh, be still, my little heart



A thousand things

Fill each day

Grocery lists

???? the ?car?



Now crowded rooms

make it easier

to forget

I'm alone



It's only when the moon is high

I start to miss you standing by

But I'm afraid if I wish tonight

My lucky star will be out of sight

Oh, be still, my little heart



Oh, be still, my little heart