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...
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