Frank Turner

Lyrics

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 for 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 up 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, and when I'm here I'm home.

And one day I will here this song, anonymous and sweet
Ringing our from a busker's guitar upon the ancient city streets
I'll pause a while and smile before I continue on alone
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
But then 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.