Wessex boy (original demo)

Let me tell you all a little story of the things Ive 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 up town to the railway our friends to meet
Theres 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, Ive got nowhere to go
Im a Wessex Boy and when Im here Im home
Let me tell you all a little story of the things Ive lost
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross
Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside
Of counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride
Theres 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, Ive got nowhere to go
Im a Wessex Boy, a Wessex boy and when Im here Im home
And one day I will hear this song anonymous and sweet
Ringing out from a buskers guitar on the ancient city streets
Ill stand along while and smile before I continue on the road
And somebody else will sing the words and Ill feel like Im home
Theres something about hometowns you never can escape
The triumphs and the tragedies and those of little faith
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, Ive got nowhere to go
Im a Wessex Boy
Im a Wessex boy
And when Im here Im home