Drive By

It was the hottest day in July
And all along Santa Monica boulevard
Cars were stood still
And a gleaming metal tube
Would stretched all the way from Highland
Back to La Brea
And she met under the Los Angeles sunshine

(A young man was sitting at the wheel)
A young man was sitting at the wheel
On his way to make a pickup
(On his way to make a pickup)
Turned off the aircon
(Turned off the aircon)
Rolled down the window
( Rolled down the window)
And began to sweat
(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
(As the music drifted in)
From other cars
(His eyes started to slip)
His eyes started to slip
This is the story of his dream
(Sing blue silver, sing, sing blue silver)

This is the story of his dream
(His dream, his dream)
The story of his dream