Lyric Looking Forward

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.

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.

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 want 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 .