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 all that I can see   Is good things happening to you and to me   I'm not waiting for times to change   I want 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 want to 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'