WTH

So you're a friend of a friend

I think I've seen you around

I don't know, just maybe

There's empty cups on the street

And teenagers on the ground

And the music's leaving the town stone deaf

I can scarcely hear you talk

But I know a first-class bench to see the stars

And while our friends are out drinking

You're here sitting next to me

Laughing ´bout the raindrop