September 9th It's a sunny day 
The smell of summer is still in the air 
Your pirate ship has sailed away 
I'm not so sure what you've been up to 

I give up trying to stop you 
Instead I keep watching over your things 
You always have a home here 
You won't fail me though [bad word] back with empty hands 

I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I don't think I'm irrational 
I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I'm still at No.13 

Your sails are full The coast is clear 
You have no doubts Your ship won't strand 
The trouble with you is you take too many chances 
But that is also your strength 

I'm often anxious 
But I know you will make it through in a high winds 
Though you face a dead-end 

I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I don't think I'm irrational 
I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I'm still at No.13 

Oh you said you're not gonna back 
Oh you said you're not gonna back 

I give up trying to stop you 
Instead I keep watching over your things 
You always have a home here 
You won't fail me though [bad word] back with empty hands 

I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I don't think I'm irrational 
I'm waiting here You might not be back 
I'm still at No.13