I tumbled out of Gateshead It was a lazy afternoon I put the pedal down for southbound Beneath an early rising moon And I ended up in Durham Standing underneath the rain Sometimes the whole world is a city Where no one knows your name There was a gypsy selling papers She sounded like a mourning dove Calling soft and sad and quiet One part grief and one part love One part love It was a late night in Newcastle And I made myself a friend We traded cab fare from the hotel Across the Tyne and back again And we stood each other beers Out of the money from the show And we talked about the job And indie bands and bars back home And with the hotel windows open I slept and woke and slept again And I dreamed they burned a city With a suitcase and a grin And I stood in Durham City Beneath the castle and the keep And heard a gypsy woman selling Like one part love and one part grief And my dream came to me waking On the cobbles in the rain Maybe nothing is forever Nothing is in vain One part love