Cold Wind

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