See me at the corner
I get in about twelve
Every weekend in the summer
I’ll be there without fail

Only got ten quid
From a schoolbag full of change
Waited all week for this
Got up early to get the train

No one asks me why
And I don’t need to tell
Take me there to Writers’ Square
Where I can just be myself
Strangers pass me by
I’m a stranger to them as well
Take me there to Writers’ Square
Where I can be somebody else

Called you from a payphone
To have lunch in BT6
“Don’t say anything to mum
I’ll grab my keys, let’s be quick”

Days of feeling hollow
By the littleness of home
“They’ll still be here tomorrow
All those things that you want”

No one asks me why
And I don’t need to tell
Take me there to Writers’ Square

Where I can just be myself
Strangers pass me by
I’m a stranger to them as well
Take me there to Writers’ Square
Where I can be somebody else

Jonathan David Smyth