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 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 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 want ta live like a free-roaming soul. On the highway of our love. Morning has come with the first rays of sun. Breaking through our windowpane. Songs fill the air but there's no singer there.