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.