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)