Nick Waterhouse - Place Names

I've been out walking as I have many times
Sky's the shade of slate
Coming through Lombard gate
Nobody 'round for talking
Beside the wood-line
I watch the boats rise
Gettin' high on place names

(Never) never cry on cold days
(Never) never mind a trip on the freeway
Because it's what I know
(Never) I never cry on cold days
(Never) never really set for the big change
Learn to let things go
And say, "Hey, 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

(Never) I never cry on cold days
(Never) never mind a trip on the freeway
Because it's what I know
(Never) I never cry on cold days
(Never) never really set for the big change
Learn to let things go
And say, "Hey, blow wind, blow"

(Never)
(Never) never cry on cold days
(Never)

Written by:
Nick Waterhouse

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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