| B | G | E | D | A |
| B | |
| The | day fell down the air got cold |
| G | |
| I | walk out in the street |
| E | |
| Daydreamed for a mile or two |
| A | |
| Staring at my feet |
| B | |
| Like a | working boy out of luck |
| G | |
| falling through the cracks |
| E | |
| Night rolled in, I turned back home |
| D | A | |
| A | hard | wind at my back |
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| B | G | E | D | A | |
| I'm out in the | cold | , body and | soul |
| B | G | E | D | A | |
| There's no way to | go | I'm out in the | cold |
| When I woke up my brain was stunned |
| I could not come around |
| I reach out to grab my keys |
| And tumbled to the ground |
| I thought of you starry-eyed, I |
| wonder where we stand |
| Did I just fall from your arms |
| Down into your hand |
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| B | G | B | G | |
| B | G | B | G | |
| I'm | out | standing in a | door-way |
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| B | G | B | G | |
| B | G | B | G | |
| I'm | out | walking | round | hands in my pockets |
| I'm out in the cold |