text: 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
  And as the music drifted in
  From other cars
  His eyes started to sleep
  This is the story of his dream
  Silver
  This is the story of his dream