It dawned on me the other day that September 2019 marks the start of mine and many of my closest friends’ fifth year in Manchester. Now feeling sentimental about how special Manchester is, I decided to share this little song I wrote about it when finishing off the old undergraduate degree.
I have spent three years falling in love,
with a city I have learned to call my home,
and even though there’s too many roadworks,
it’s a city that has crept under my bones.
I have spent three years studying something,
though I’m still not sure what I have learned,
and I’ve met some people that I’ll know for all my life,
and none of us will pay off our student loans.
We may not know what the future holds,
but it’ll damn sure be exciting.
We may not know how our lives will unfold,
but hopes and dreams will always seem inviting.
I have spent three years to get a number,
a Damian Hurst, a Desmond Tutu or a third,
and I still don’t know who I am,
or who I’m meant to be.
But I’ve found somewhere I feel I belong,
and I even went and wrote this f***ing song about it,
and I apologise for going on so long,
and I haven’t got a last line yet.