Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling
She waits in the air Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America

When, when was the night so long?
Long, like the notes I'm sending
She waits in the air Matte Kudasai
She sleeps in a chair in her sad America

She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai