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

The story of his dream