Place Names

I've been out walking as I have many times

Sky's the shade of slate

Coming through Lombard gate

Nobody around for talking

Beside the wood-line

I watch the boats rise

Gettin' high on place names

Never cry on cold days

Never mind a trip on the freeway

Because it's what I know

I never cry on cold days

Never really set for the big change

Learnt to let things go

And say blow wind, blow

Strangers talkin'

Drifting voices between rails

In the alley

By the book shop

I heard a sound

My heart, it stopped

Soft and grey days

On the four hundred block

Never cry on cold days

And I wonder who's changed

And what's the same

I never cry on cold days

Never mind a trip on the freeway

Because it's what I know

I never cry on cold days

Never really set for the big change

Learn to let things go

And say, "Hey, blow wind, blow"

I never cry on cold days