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 drivingIf you're going to San Francisco

Lay some flowers on the grave stone

There's music on the station

But I'm just listening to cold wind whistlingAnd if they ever find me

Tell the papers, cold wind, cold wind

Cold, cold wind blowing

Cold wind blowingHey hey hey

Something ain't right

Something ain't rightAnd if they ever find me

Tell the papers cold wind, cold wind

Cold, cold wind blowing

Cold wind blowingCold wind blowing

Cold wind blowing

Cold wind blowing