It was the hottest day in July
And all along Santa Monica Blvd
cars were stood still

And a gleaming metal tube
Would stretch all the way from Highland
Back to La Brea.

And she met under Los Angeles sunshine

Young man was sitting at the wheel

On his way to make a pickup
Turned off the air-con
Rolled down the window

And began to sweat

Out over the Hollywood hills

He saw the clouds building
Like great dark towers of rain
Ready to come tumbling down

Any day now
Not a day too soon


(any day now)

And as the music drifted in

From other cars
His eyes started to slip
This is the story of his dream


Silver...


(Sing Blue Silver, Sing Sing Blue Silver)

This is the story of his dream...