A 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....