Cold Wind
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 youre going to San Francisco
Lay some flowers
On the
Gravestone
Theres music on a 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