The chord runs up the microphone,
I flip the switch, we're going home.
Transistors: right on time,
resistors: fall in line.
Capacitors are at full.
All engines good, no breach of hull.
With all the hope that I could beg or borrow,
I can't wait, can't wait for tomorrow.

I believe,
the Sun also Rises
dries our tears,
bringing the blue skies of day.
I believe
The Sun also rises lighting our paths
and driving the darkness away.
so far away.

Microchips will pave the way,
The circuitry will work okay.
With all the hope that I could beg or borrow,
I can't wait, can't wait for tomorrow.