(Neil Young) 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
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
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