In the middle of the summer
I'm not sleeping
Cold wind
Blowing
In the middle of the night they
Try to find me
But I'm still
Driving
If you're going to San Francisco
Lay some flowers
On the
Gravestone
There's music on a station
And I'm 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 ain't right
Something ain't right
Tell the papers
Cold wind
Cold wind
Cold cold wind blowing
Cold wind blowing
Cold wind blowing
Cold wind blowing
Cold wind blowing