Gray sky
No ones out there
To help me find
My way home

And half a jar
Of salsa
Is in my fridge
Its been there weeks

But Im afraid if I wish tonight
My lucky star will be out of sight
Its 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
Im alone

Its only when the moon is high
I start to miss you standing by
But Im 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