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'