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'
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