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