I have lived in Neville's Cross. But it's not famous for me. That's the opening line. Of an ancient song of mine. We had great fun trying to play. Every other Wednesday. No-one had seen. Such a greatest hits machine. All coming through the mirrors. I threw away old verses we would play. Those words were too wild for us. But I still love the chorus. It always rains in Durham County. Your ears are raw and your hair is wet. But don't you worry in Durham County. What you're really feeling you soon forget. We won't be told that the past was pure gold. We were there and it wasn't. Once in a while let's look and smile. To the days when buses brought us. To the home of Ansa Motors. It always rains in Durham County. Your ears are raw and your hair is wet. But don't you worry in Durham County. What you're really feeling you soon forget. It always rains in Durham County. Though moments of laughter sometimes intervene. The days are complex in Durham County. Or they are simple or in between yeah yeah