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 (repeat chorus and first verse)