Neil Young 



  



Morning has come with the first rays of sun 



Breaking through our window pain 



Songs fill the air but there's no singer there 



Just an old wooden guitar playin' 



  



Writing a song, won't take very long 



Trying not to use the word "old" 



Thinkin' about takin' 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 going to live like a free-roamin' soul 



On the highway of our love