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

Hey, hey, hey

Something ain't right
Something ain't 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

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Writer(s): Regine Chassagne, Richard R Parry, Tim Kingsbury, William Butler, Win Butler