Morning has come with the first rays of sun Breaking through our window pain 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 all that I can see Is good things happening to you and to me I'm not waiting for times to change I'm going to live like a free-roamin' soul On the highway of our love