Katamari

You don't recognize a single raindrop on your head

That's because in isolation none of them can mean a thing

(But) if a bunch of drops together fell down in one place

Then you'd have a little flood

You don't recognize an old man waiting for the door

You scratch off your lottery card wishing it were more

But scratch away at ten more cards and maybe you will find

That then you'll have a little bread

Simple things we come along will rare upset our day

Simple things we come along we'll pass along our way