How To Be Yourself In A Foreign Language

Summers ago When things were new We took the car to your old school On a hill, above Pforzheim, in June Drove around, picked up your friends Spent a minute trying to talk to them Wasn't long before I realised I was doomed Just a handful of words All spoke in reverse Mundane observations, carefully rehearsed How'd you say what you mean When you can't say anything? Your friend had studied in another town She spoke some French just to try it out I nod along like I know what she's all about It's not about the words or books you read Try and communicate with looks instead How could you know someone When nothing's said? Can I please have the words? Introduce myself I could make a little joke About how the weather's always wet But I'm not really here So I guess we never met