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
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