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