Wessex Boy

Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've found
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jewry Street
As we wander uptown to the Railway, our friends to meet
There's something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, and I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I've lost
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross
Or sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside
Counting down the hours for the buses, because I missed my ride.
There's something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, and I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex boy, a Wessex boy, and when I'm here I'm home.
And one day I will hear this song, anonymous and sweet
Ringing out from a busker's guitar on the ancient city streets
I'll pause a while and smile before I continue on alone
And somebody else will sing the words and I'll feel like I'm home
There's something about hometowns that you never can escape,
The triumphs and the tragedies, the tawdry little fates
The welling of nostalgia, the feeling kind of strange
Because despite all of the little changes, the place still feels the same.
There's something about coming back to your hometown again
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends
And though none of them still live here, and I've got nowhere to go
I'm a Wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home