I climbed onto the roof
and was looking down at Saturday.
The patchwork roads keep on going
just like a gameboard.
Don't laugh; it just messes up
the rhythm in some part of my heart.
To a girl who can see--no, no, no--
there are things that can be seen.
If I threw popcorn into the blue sky
and made it snow,
oh, would you think it was wonderful?
I wonder if I can say
if I like something or not?
I laid my cheek on the icy rail
and held my breath.
The buildings all look aslant,
as if they're sleeping.
It'll be a different world
once you wipe your tears.
Wait for me in the middle of your smile.
To a girl who understands--no, no, no--
there are things to be understood.
Hey, tomorrow must be
just a continuation of now.
Oh, the clouds will just
become rain someday.
There are times when you just do
what you can
whether you like it or not.
Even in such a high place as this
the stars all number the same.
Repeat Stanza #3.