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