As a young man I was free
No one held a part of me
Everything I had was my own
On a fine day, I'd walk so far I'd lose myself
But I'd somehow always find a place to go
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well
Ipswich was my town
Having seen its better days
Smothered up inside a giant concrete ball
And where's the old grey bridge
Where we sheltered from the rain
No, it doesn't seem that place I knew at all
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well
Small amount of splendour
That still delights my eyes
Seems to vanish more with every pa**ing day
Oh I walk undirected, won't someone take my hand?
Yes, it has been known for me to lose my way
Which way will I get home
Which way will I get home
I don't know my way around here so well