Testo 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
I 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, Somewhere on the 400 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 'blow wind, blow'