Letras: Neil Young. Highway Of Our Love.

Morning has come
With the first rays of sun
Breakin' through our window pane
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"
Thinking about
Taking chances and doubts
That still linger in the cold

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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

Morning has come
With the first rays of sun
Breaking through our window pane
Songs fill the air
But there's no singer there
Just an old wooden guitar playin'