Wessex Boy

Wessex Boy - Frank Turner

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 jury street

As we wander up town to the railway our friends to meet

There's something about coming back to your hometown again

Place the where you grew up and where you found firmest your friends

And though none of them still live here 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

Sitting on the benches by the bridges riverside

Of counting down the hours for the buses cause 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 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 the lawn

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 tortured little fates

The welling of nostalgia and feeling kind of strange

Cause despite the little changes yeah this 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 got I've nowhere to go

I'm a wessex boy

I'm a wessex boy and when I'm here I'm home