It was the hottest day in July
and all along Santa Monica boulevard
and a gleaming metal tube
would stretch all the way from the highlands,
and she met under Los Angeles sunshine.
Young man was sitting at the wheel,
on his way to make a pick up
Out over the Hollywood hills,
he saw the clouds building
like great dark towers of rain,
ready to come tumblng down,
And as the music drifted in,
his eyes started to slip:
this is the story of his dream...
....this is the story of his dream...