north by north east

is it too early to look back?

is it too late to change tack?

gray street was for keeps

but i was brought up on durham street

rewind the tapes to make the memories

we knew we'd arrived

when we wrote down the time

past polaroid puddles

and skeletal shipyards

in the blink of a bridge's eye

throwing the gauntlet down in our adopted town

i couldn't tell you what it means

but i know that the compass reads

north by north east

north by north east

i couldn't tell you what it means

but i know that the compass reads

north by north east

north by north east

we ran down walls and hills

with super 8 cameras

creating our own world

a blueprint for being

rewind the film to make the memories

days blind from the glare on the tyne

free wine from the gallery on friday night

meeting my future wife

throwing the gauntlet down in our adopted town

i couldn't tell you what it means

but i know that the compass reads

north by north east

north by north east

i couldn't tell you what it means

but i know that the compass reads

north by north east

north by north east

somehow i know that i'm home when i'm here