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

Somewhere 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
A thousand things fill each day
fix 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 by my side
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
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