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