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
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 Explain Request ×
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