In the middle of the summer
im not sleeping
cold wind blowing
in the middle of the night
they try to find me but im still driving
if your going to San Francisco
lay some flowers on the grave stone
theres music on the station and im just listening to cold wind whistling
and if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind cold wind
cold cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
Hey hey hey
something aint right
something aint right
and if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind cold wind
cold cold wind blowing cold wind blowing cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing cold wind blowing