Morning has come with the first rays of sun
Breaking through our window pane
Songs fill the air but there's no singer there
Just an old wooden guitar playin'

Writing a song, won't take very long
Trying not to use the word "old"
Thinkin' about takin' chances and doubts
That still linger in the cold

Looking forward is all that I can see
Is good things happening to you and to me
I'm not waiting for times to change
I'm goin' to live like a free roamin' soul
On the highway of our love

Looking forward all that I can see
Is good things happening to you and to me
I'm not waiting for times to change
I'm gonna live like a free roamin' soul
On the highway of our love

Morning has come with the first rays of sun
Breaking through our window pane
Songs fill the air but there's no singer there
Just an old wooden guitar playin'