Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breakin´ through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,

But there´s no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin´.
Writing this 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.
Looking forward,
All that I can see,
Is good things happenin´
to you and to me.
I´m not waiting,
For times to change.
I´m going to live,
Like a free-rollin´ soul,
On the highway of our love.
The highway of our love.

Looking forward,
All that I can see,
Is good things happenin´
to you and to me.
I´m not waiting,
For times to change.
I´m going to live,
Like a free-rollin´ soul,
On the highway of our love.
The highway of our love.
Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breakin´ through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,
But there´s no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin´.