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