I was sitting under this table
It was that sort of a day
A stranger at this party
Keeping out of the day
This bloke appeared beside me
Quickly told me his name
Asked what I was doing
Said he'd do the same
That was the start
Of an hours long chat
Nothing controversial
Just bits of this and that
With regular silences
When he'd disappear
To come strolling back
With an armful of beer
When the party started dying
And he could find no more
We slid from our table
And crossed to the door
We swore undying friendship
Then each went his way
A rather special end
To a rather special day