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