Morning has come with the first rays of sun   Breaking through our windowpane   Songs fill the air but there's no singer there   Just an old wooden guitar playing         Writing this song won't take very long   Trying not to use the world "old"   Thinking about taking 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 gonna live like a free-roaming soul      On the highway of our love      (repeat chorus and first verse)