Sparks Will Fly

(Ooos & whistle)

I keep saying good days are finally on their way (oh on their way)
And I keep saying good things are finally headed my way (headed my…)

But I’ve been saying for so long that those things could arrive any day (any day)
That there’s a sense of dread in my weary head that should stop all the singing today
(but someday soon)

Sparks will fly
Electric currents will flow through you and I
And tomorrow won’t be as bad as it hopes to be

(Ah whoa-oh-ohs & whistle)

The storms keep rolling over good days they’re always in the way (oh in the way)
And the oil stops pouring for the good things yeah and casting our dreams away (away)

Oh I’d need them now if weren’t for all the hope from yesterday (yesterday)
When that sense of dread in my weary head had no consequential sway
(but someday soon)

Sparks will fly
Electric currents will flow through you and I
And tomorrow won’t be as bad as it hopes to be

(Ah whoa-oh-ohs & whistle)
(Whistle & ooos)