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...