[Verse 1]
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 playing
Writing a song
Won't take very long
Trying not to use the word "old"
Thinking about
Taking chances and doubts
That still linger in the cold
[Chorus][x2]
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-roaming soul
On the highway of our love
[Verse 2]
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 playing