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 grave stone.    There's music on the 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   Ohhh 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