Chris Rea was stood on a highway, and he saw a woman by the side of the road.
She had a face that he knew like his own.
It was reflected in his window.
She walked up to his quarterlight, and bent down real slow.
Chris is not afraid to say a fearful pressure paralysed him.
She said "Son, what are you doing here? My fear for you has turned me in my grave"
Chris replied, "Mama (in a thick Geordie accent, natch) I come to the valley of the rich, myself to sell"
She said "Son, this is the road to Northants"