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