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
  Fill 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