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